This town is so fucked up
Ugh...
Britni's POV
"Syd we need to go, like far now." I yell down the hallway. "Eh FUCK OFF!!" She screams back. "DON'T USE THOSE GOD DAMN WORDS IN MY HOUSE." My mother screams from her room. "Whatever mother!" I scream back and Sydney runs out of the bathroom. "We're gonna be late Syd!" I say grabbing my keys off the counter. "Eh like it matters no one ever comes anyways." She grumbles as I shove her in my dented truck. No I haven't been in any accidents it just my band plays gigs on it so we kinda have stomped a little too hard. Eh whatever right? Tonight's gonna be great we got asked to play at a party. "Everybodies meeting us there right?" Syd asks as I turn up She's a Rebel by Green Day. "Yup!" I shout over the music as we get crazed looks from the other drivers on the road. Of course me being covered in war paint and being stereotyped as a punk rock goth (whatever the hell that is) I get a lot of that type of attention. Sydney on the other hand is the rocker. Zain is a skater and Madi is a well a slut? Not to be rude but she likes sexual attention. James is a laid back cowboy of sorts. He's more of just the average American red neck. So ya we are mismatched but whatever we sound amazing. "Brit were here!" Sydney screams as I park. I glare at her and smirk, "Well no shit Sherlock!" She rolls her eyes as I hop out of the car. I start to set up the amps and drums. Sydney just swings her legs off the hood of the truck as everybody else pulls in. "Let's do this!!" I scream grabbing my guitar and climbing on the top of the truck. Everyone takes their positions as a rather large crowd forms. Bigger then the usal. "1 2 1 2 3 4" Zain counts off and we start the most amazing gig ever.
"Syd we need to go, like far now." I yell down the hallway. "Eh FUCK OFF!!" She screams back. "DON'T USE THOSE GOD DAMN WORDS IN MY HOUSE." My mother screams from her room. "Whatever mother!" I scream back and Sydney runs out of the bathroom. "We're gonna be late Syd!" I say grabbing my keys off the counter. "Eh like it matters no one ever comes anyways." She grumbles as I shove her in my dented truck. No I haven't been in any accidents it just my band plays gigs on it so we kinda have stomped a little too hard. Eh whatever right? Tonight's gonna be great we got asked to play at a party. "Everybodies meeting us there right?" Syd asks as I turn up She's a Rebel by Green Day. "Yup!" I shout over the music as we get crazed looks from the other drivers on the road. Of course me being covered in war paint and being stereotyped as a punk rock goth (whatever the hell that is) I get a lot of that type of attention. Sydney on the other hand is the rocker. Zain is a skater and Madi is a well a slut? Not to be rude but she likes sexual attention. James is a laid back cowboy of sorts. He's more of just the average American red neck. So ya we are mismatched but whatever we sound amazing. "Brit were here!" Sydney screams as I park. I glare at her and smirk, "Well no shit Sherlock!" She rolls her eyes as I hop out of the car. I start to set up the amps and drums. Sydney just swings her legs off the hood of the truck as everybody else pulls in. "Let's do this!!" I scream grabbing my guitar and climbing on the top of the truck. Everyone takes their positions as a rather large crowd forms. Bigger then the usal. "1 2 1 2 3 4" Zain counts off and we start the most amazing gig ever.
5/17/13