I Hate Living With Greenday
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So you know how in all the movies and stuff something is wrong with the main character like they're a loner or their dad beat them, etc.? Well, nothing is wrong with me. I have all the friends I need and I don't have a disorder. My dad is fine to me as both my parents are alive, still married, and love me very much. I'm not really that talented with singing and crap like that, but who cares? So why would I be writing a book if I'm a normal 12 year old? Well, because it just so happens that the best band of all time's tour bus broke down in front of MY house. And the weird thing is...I hate it.
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