I woke up in a hospital. I saw the guy who hurt me talking on his phone worried. I tried to open my eyes to where he wouldn't know I was watching him. Why did he stay with me? How long was I out? WHERE'S MY SISTER? I kept thinking negative thoughts until I started to cry. The guy ended his call and sat on a chair beside the bed. He sighed. "Ugh. What an I gonna do about her?" I saw that he had my purse in his hands. He took out my phone from his pocket and placed it in my bag. Everything was less blurry but i still couldn't recognize the guy's face. He paused for a moment and took my phone out and unlocked it. He looked through my phone but I don't know hat he was on. He said aloud,"Sunday." He said my name? What is he looking at? I finally said,"Who are you?" He jumped and ask me,"Oh! Um..who are you?" My eyes were started to work. It was Billie Joe Armstrong.
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Getting Used To Punk Love
FanfictionA girl named Sunday had to take her 14 year old sister,Ally,out to a Green Day concert. Sunday wasn't really a fan until the lead singer,Billie, bumped into Sunday. (Literally.) Sunday and Billie became an idem until a girl named 80 came along. Tré...
