[A/N] I have 2 agree with pretty much every single Green Day fan and pretty much every person in the universe. We really are American Idiots. I mean srsly, Trump? Of all people, I mean I know that Hillary wasn't a good candidate either, but at least she's better than Trump. Anywho, I hope u like this chapter.
I out my hair into the usual pigtails and added on black bows. I smothered on my eyeliner and lipstick right before walking out the door. I didn't want to go to school today. I mean, every single person will talk about the election today.
I biked out of my driveway, not even caring that I forgot my helmet. I shoved my earbuds into my ears, blasting my favorite songs from 21st Century Breakdown. East Jesus Nowhere was playing. I was lip syncing to the lyrics as I crossed the street, pedaling faster and faster the more enraged I got by the election.
I swear, someone looked at me weirdly.
I wanna know who's allowed to breed
All the dogs who never learned to read
Missionary politicians
And the cops of the new religion!
I clenched the handlebars even harder now, pedaling faster and faster as I did so. I just wanted it to end. I just wanted it all to end. I wanted high school to end. I wanted politics to end. I wanted everything to end. Everything.
I just wanted to live the normal life of a normal teenager, like I should be doing right now. Binge watching Friends while laying in my bed eating popcorn. But I can't, I simply can't. I'm a punk girl with a punk life. Not a pop girl with a pop life, like any normal teenager should be. I don't wear high heels and Lulu Lemon pants. I wear Doc Martins and red short skirts. I don't have all of my siblings here with me. I only have one, Charlie.
Why can't I be normal, just for 1 day? Just 1 day, at least?
[A/N] I hope u liked this chappie! Sorry it was so short, but stay tuned for the next one, but who knows when that will come, cuz my cuzins r coming ovr in a couple weeks and I try to update at least once a week but I might b a little slow for both Thanksgiving and Winter break. And possibly Spring break. But anywho, see y'all later!!
~Glenn
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