Warped Hearts

〰 1: Just An Average Day... 〰

1: Just An Average Day...
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Julie's POV
(the picture attached is of her and her bass guitar)
I tapped my pencil against the corner of my desk as I watched the clock's arm spin around in circles. My teacher was talking but I could never really pay attention for more than 10 minutes if I didn't really like the subject. But this wasn't a normal day, no. Today was a very special day.

Today. Was Vans Warped Tour Eve.

And I just so happened to have a ticket! I'm so fucking excited I can't put it into words. I would invite one of my friends but none of them are really into the same type of music that I am. And finally, the bell rings. The day is over and I can go home!
Oh wait. I hate home.

My parents aren't together anymore, they haven't been since I was about 2. Though my father USED to be involved in my life.
Key words: USED to.
My mom was having some struggles in her life, to the point where I was taken away from her and put with my father. And step mother; whom I've hated for the longest time, and still do. She changed my father, maybe even brain washed him. When I moved back in with him, everything was going fine. Until middle school came and my anxiety and depression started hitting me hard. Long story short, I did something to make my father upset. And I don't know what I did, he'd never tell me. So in the summer 3 years later, my mom was back on her feet and my father said he "had enough with me." I remember the night he told me to pack as many things as possible, because my mom would be there in an hour. He never told me I was moving. And he never told me why. It's now been 2 years that I got kicked out, and I haven't talked to him since. He won't answer my calls. And I don't want to face him, knowing he was so disappointed in me that he just threw me at my mom and never said anything to me again. I love my mom, but I hate who she's with. She's married to a complete douchebag who verbally abuses her. And his daughter, who's about a year older than me, takes after her father because she verbally abuses me. She hates me with all her guts for some reason and I have the same feelings back.

So I walked out of school and waited for my friend because he was driving me home. Soon enough, Dylan pulled up in front of me and I got in the car.
"Why do you always have to wear so much black?" he asked me.
"Well hello to you too. And because black is the only way I can show how I feel."
"Dark and depressed?"
"Most of the time." I nodded.
He gave a half smile in response and pulled out of the school, heading home.
"Did you finish that song you've been working on yet?" he asked.

I play the bass, sing, and scream. I've never really played in public though, it was just the way to gt all my feelings out. That was the only way I could deal.

"I'm almost finished." I smiled; I loved when I'd talk about music. It's been the only thing holding me back from doing something I know I'd regret. We pulled up to my house and I thanked Dylan before walking in and heading to my room. My step sister, Kelly, just took online college coarses. So she was already home.
"Sup, freak?" she asked as we passed each other in the hallway. I simply ignored her and kept walking, like I always do. Nothing can keep me from being siked for tomorrow! At least I thought...

I threw my bookbag in my closet and plugged my bass guitar into my amp, about to try and finish my song. But then my door opened and my mom stood there.
"Can you please knock next time?" I asked, placing my bass on my bed.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"It's alright, so what's up?"
"Well your Rick (my step dad) and I have been talking about this World Tour thing.." I corrected her before she could continue. "Warped Tour."
"Oh, yeah that. Well um, we decided that you're too young to go on your own, especially because of how late it's going to be."
"Mom, I'll be fine. Dylan's gonna give me a ride and pick me up afterwards." I explained.
"Well, see, we've already bought the extra ticket and we figured it would be good for you and Kelly to spend some sister time together..."
"WHAT?! HELL NO!" I shouted. My mom never minded when I cursed, she knew it was never towards her.
"Now Julie, it's already been decided. She's going to take you there and take you home afterwards. Please don't be difficult." she said, and I could see in her eyes that she wasn't trying to hurt me.
"Alright, mom." I sighed and she smiled a thankful smile.
"Thank you. I'll tell Kelly now." mom said and walked out, shutting my door.
She hasn't told Kelly yet?? This isn't gonna be good. As I picked my bass back up and strummed once, I could hear Kelly arguing loudly with my mom. It ended with a door slam and all I could do was sigh.
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Listening to: Sugar We're Goin' Down by Fall Out Boy