GREEN DAY ROX!!!!!

So, I'm finally gonna write it! This is my first fan fic, so it might turn out really crappy. It's basically about Billie Joe, who's 17 or 18 going to high school and all the stuff he does. That's kinda vague, but you have to read the story! Also, if any of you have comments, criticisms (i'm sure there will be many) or suggestions, write them in the comments space. P.S. The beginning's kinda weird, but I couldn't think of a better way to start it.*****************************************************

                                                            So Close...Yet So Far

                                                            Chapter 1-The First Day

                                                                 Billie Joe's POV

                                                                    BEEP!

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I sleepily rolled over and turned off my beeping alarm clock. I dreaded getting up, especially today. Just then, my mom, who is actually more annoying than my alarm clock came in. "Billie," she said in her usual annoyingly happy tone of voice,"You don't want to be late for your first day at your new school!" That's exactly why I didn't want to get up. I had switched schools about 4 times and each time sucked more than the last. Last time, it was a prep school. "Ok then, I guess you'll just have to stay home with me than." At that I rushed out of bed and into the bathroom. Going to school with stupid posers and preps is way better than staying home with your mom who's like living in happy land.

I guess I should tell a little about myself. My name's Billie Joe Armstrong. I'm 17 and I live with my mom, Barb, my dad, Mark and my older sister Jennifer. Me and my friends at my old school had a band called Acid Rain. Cool name, huh? I was the guitarist, Chester was the singer, Mike was the drummer and Joe was the bassist. We were about the only kids in school who didn't have million dollar houses and Bentley's. Hey, it was a prep school, what do you expect? I'm 5'6", and I have messy or sometimes spiky black hair and green eyes. I suppose you could call me a punk or an emo or whatever, at least I'm not a stupid poser.

Well, anyway, I took a shower and got dressed in my usual sort of stuff: a Ramones shirt, black skinny pants, black stud belt and converse. Then I went down for breakfast. I saw my dad drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, upside down. My mom was talking and laughing in her usual annoying way to someone on the phone. Just as I was pouring a bowl of Cocoa Puffs (my favorite cereal), my older sister Jennifer came downstairs. She's your stereotypical California girl: dumb and blond. Actually her blond hair is fake. She used to have black hair but then she dyed it because she said everyone thought she was emo. "Mom, I'm like going tanning today, OK?"  My mom just nodded and laughed at something the person she was talking to said. "If you tan anymore you'll look like a carrot," I said. It's true: she was already sort of orangeish. "Whatever little bro. At least I don't look sick and pale like you and all those other emo freaks." she said in her annoying Valley Girl voice. I just rolled my eyes and continued reading an article in the paper about some guy in Wisconsin who built a house out of cheese. I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 7:45. I guess I better get going. Going to school is better than listening to my dad talk about the stockmarket going up, my sister complain about how many calories are in a slice of bread or my mom laugh and talk loudly to somebody on the phone. So I grabbed my car keys and left.

My car is a piece of shit. It's an old, rusty, chipped, red (or at least I think it's red) 1975 Ford car. I got in and turned on the radio. It was some gay rap song. All I heard was: All my homies in the back say YEA!/All the girls with the booty say YEA!/ Say YEA! cuz my bling's so pimped out..."What the fuck?" I looked to see what CD's I had in here. I saw Quadrophenia by The Who under the passenger seat and decided to listen to that. Soon I found myself singing along to 5:15. "Why should I care, why should I care?/Why should I care, why should I care?/Girls of fifteen/Girls of fifteen" Funny how The Who can put me in a better mood. I was rocking out to "The Rock" when I suddenly looked up and saw the school, Oakland High School. I sighed, turned off my car and looked up at my prison for the next year. I finally walked up the front steps to the door, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.