Blink 182 owns the song and Disney owns Fulton
Stay together for the kids
I tried to open my eyes as the alarm on my right blared. I soon deemed it impossible. Though the sun outside was blindingly bright and I could hear the little kids shouting playfully at this damned house. They were probably also throwing rocks but I couldn't tell because my window was busted out which is why the shades and curtains were taped shut. You could be thinking why are they doing this? They do it because 2984 Goldmine road was "haunted" so people, mostly around the ages 10-13, throw rocks and made cat calls. It never really bothered me much; I always thought of it as immature and pathetic. In my opinion, teasing a house (or any non-living thing for that matter) made no sense. I felt like opening my eyes go to the window and yell back, I have plenty things to tell them number one on the list is "Fuck off". I tried to laugh but the joyful sound wouldn't come out. As soon as I started to doze off again I could hear my folks yelling and thought vaguely about the chain letter I received from Charlie. 'Do not break this chain' the stupid letter warned. 'This is the happy home poem. Say it to your family when they are fighting. Family is more then blood its care love and hope / so this is my reminder to you/ to make peace so you wont mope/ and to this poem stay true/ be a happy family cuz people truly love you/ hope shall clear all hate and doubt/ so say what you want and let love shine through/ don't forget what this poem is all about.' Yea right, I thought critically, like a poem could fix this home. But honestly if it could I would read it everyday.
Its hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all
I'm ripe with things to say
the words rot and fall away
If a stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day
I finally managed to pull myself out of bed and pull on a winkled pair of jeans and a crinkled black shirt, and tied on a bandana and throw on my boots. The last day of spring break and I want. scratch that, need to get out of this house. I passed my dad, passed out on an armchair sleeping off a hang over, thinking about tomorrow, I knew that my dad would be in the same place when I go back to Eden hall.
"To get a head start on tomorrow, Here's your holiday, I wont come back to ruin it this time, so enjoy." I promised. The first day of spring break my dad yelled at me for coming back and ruining his 'vacation' as he called it, though it was really just time his son wasn't there wasting space. I shook his head to clear my spitefully painful thoughts. Quickly I went outside and walked to the bus stop. I don't have anything I truly want to do, so I rode the bus all the way down the line and got off at the last stop, Which was oddly enough was only about a block from its first stop and walked back home. Unfortunately, when I got back my dad was up and moving. As stealthily as I could I went back to my room. When I got into my room I froze. Staring at the blank Grey carpet and empty black walls I realized my stuff was missing. Suddenly me dad came up behind me.
"Needed beer money." He said waving a beer bottle in front of my face as if I was incompetent. "That was my stuff! You gave away all my stuff" I yelled venomously. "Sold your stuff, Dumb ass!" My dad shouted. "It was mine." I said softly. He wont even remember this later, I thought. Hell, he's been drinking since he was 17, that's 20 years of stuff he can't remember. "Well, guess what it's someone else's now." He said smiling crookedly. "That's not right" I mumble pushing past him. It's a good thing I sent almost everything to my dorm room early. Unexpectedly I found my self at the mall of America.
So here's your holiday
hope you enjoy it this time
you gave it all away
It was mine
So when your dead and gone
Will you remember this night
Twenty years now lost
It's not right
In fact, not just at the mall of America, at the movie theater standing by the ticket booth. A boy just entered the booth and took the other spot next to a brunette girl. Scanning the other ticket clerks I notice a very familiar Red head. Averman, the boy I barley Knew but some how I got this feeling He was depressed. Averman looks over at the brunette next to him.
"Hey Als, Since Wing is back I'm gonna go on break." Averman said.
"Back in 15?" She asked.
"Yea, Then you can have your break." He told her. The girl grinned at him as she handed the customer a ticket and returning the grin Averman left. With out even realizing it I followed him.
"Hey." I say. Startled, he turned.
"Oh. Hey, Fulton." He said in a tone that matched mine.
"What's up?" I asked concerned.
"Nothing, just working." He replies innocently.
"You know what I mean, Averman. What's wrong?" I ask impatiently.
"Well. From the beginning of my younger Sisters life my parents have been fighting. I swear, I'm gonna cut my ears off just so I don't have to hear 'em." He tells me, his voice slightly uneven.
"How long is that?" I ask curiously.
"A full 7 years." He says.
"Yea, It's stupid isn't it." I pause and he nods. "How they'd rather fight then work things out. The problems never get fixed and it makes no sense." I tell him. He nods again.
"I see them everyday, because I don't live in dorms. And I get along with 'em both and so does Gaby, so why can't they get along with each other?" He said.
"A divorce might be best." I said, He looks at me frightened.
"That'll make things worse." He said. I nod. I've seen what divorce can do to families.
"There's always that stinging question. If it's what he wants and it's what she wants" He starts but, I cut him off with the real point of the question. "Why is there so much pain?" I say, he nodded. Averman looked down at his watch. He gave me a weak smile. "I gotta go relieve, Alexandra. It's time for her break." He said walking off.
The anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather then fix the problem
They never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them everyday
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants
And its what she wants
Then whys there so much pain?
After walking around the mall for a few hours I walked home. The way Averman seemed today was a real depressing site. He's always the one that cheers the team up. He was always so quirky and full of energy to the point it was annoying. I'm pretty sure I'd rather have that Averman then the passive, disheartened one. I got home and my dad was passed out on the couch and my mom was getting drugged up in the corner. Calmly I walked to my now empty room I went to the corner my bed used to be and curled up on the dirty grey carpet and let today's events wash over me. Unexpectedly I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up unusually on time. I walked into the living room and saw my folks still passed out in the spots they were last night. I took my chance to say what needed to be said whether they could hear and comprehend it or not.
"Mom, Dad," I started in a firm voice. "Here's you holiday. Enjoy. I won't be back for quite awhile and I honestly hope that'll make you smile. I still can't believe you gave my stuff away, you jerk. It was mine it belonged to me and you just drank it all way. To society you're already dead and gone. I should probably feel the same, but I don't and the sad thing is. You won't remember me tonight, or the past 20 years you lost drinking your life away. And as much as I feel you deserve what you've you worthless piece of trailer trash. It's not right. NO one deserves this so called life." I said throwing a twenty dollar bill onto the table, littered with beer cans and pill bottles. I walked out, knowing they were more then likely gonna blow my money on drugs and alcohol.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when your dead and gone
Will you remember this night
Twenty years now lost
It's not right
Stay together for the kids
I tried to open my eyes as the alarm on my right blared. I soon deemed it impossible. Though the sun outside was blindingly bright and I could hear the little kids shouting playfully at this damned house. They were probably also throwing rocks but I couldn't tell because my window was busted out which is why the shades and curtains were taped shut. You could be thinking why are they doing this? They do it because 2984 Goldmine road was "haunted" so people, mostly around the ages 10-13, throw rocks and made cat calls. It never really bothered me much; I always thought of it as immature and pathetic. In my opinion, teasing a house (or any non-living thing for that matter) made no sense. I felt like opening my eyes go to the window and yell back, I have plenty things to tell them number one on the list is "Fuck off". I tried to laugh but the joyful sound wouldn't come out. As soon as I started to doze off again I could hear my folks yelling and thought vaguely about the chain letter I received from Charlie. 'Do not break this chain' the stupid letter warned. 'This is the happy home poem. Say it to your family when they are fighting. Family is more then blood its care love and hope / so this is my reminder to you/ to make peace so you wont mope/ and to this poem stay true/ be a happy family cuz people truly love you/ hope shall clear all hate and doubt/ so say what you want and let love shine through/ don't forget what this poem is all about.' Yea right, I thought critically, like a poem could fix this home. But honestly if it could I would read it everyday.
Its hard to wake up
When the shades have been pulled shut
This house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all
I'm ripe with things to say
the words rot and fall away
If a stupid poem could fix this home, I'd read it every day
I finally managed to pull myself out of bed and pull on a winkled pair of jeans and a crinkled black shirt, and tied on a bandana and throw on my boots. The last day of spring break and I want. scratch that, need to get out of this house. I passed my dad, passed out on an armchair sleeping off a hang over, thinking about tomorrow, I knew that my dad would be in the same place when I go back to Eden hall.
"To get a head start on tomorrow, Here's your holiday, I wont come back to ruin it this time, so enjoy." I promised. The first day of spring break my dad yelled at me for coming back and ruining his 'vacation' as he called it, though it was really just time his son wasn't there wasting space. I shook his head to clear my spitefully painful thoughts. Quickly I went outside and walked to the bus stop. I don't have anything I truly want to do, so I rode the bus all the way down the line and got off at the last stop, Which was oddly enough was only about a block from its first stop and walked back home. Unfortunately, when I got back my dad was up and moving. As stealthily as I could I went back to my room. When I got into my room I froze. Staring at the blank Grey carpet and empty black walls I realized my stuff was missing. Suddenly me dad came up behind me.
"Needed beer money." He said waving a beer bottle in front of my face as if I was incompetent. "That was my stuff! You gave away all my stuff" I yelled venomously. "Sold your stuff, Dumb ass!" My dad shouted. "It was mine." I said softly. He wont even remember this later, I thought. Hell, he's been drinking since he was 17, that's 20 years of stuff he can't remember. "Well, guess what it's someone else's now." He said smiling crookedly. "That's not right" I mumble pushing past him. It's a good thing I sent almost everything to my dorm room early. Unexpectedly I found my self at the mall of America.
So here's your holiday
hope you enjoy it this time
you gave it all away
It was mine
So when your dead and gone
Will you remember this night
Twenty years now lost
It's not right
In fact, not just at the mall of America, at the movie theater standing by the ticket booth. A boy just entered the booth and took the other spot next to a brunette girl. Scanning the other ticket clerks I notice a very familiar Red head. Averman, the boy I barley Knew but some how I got this feeling He was depressed. Averman looks over at the brunette next to him.
"Hey Als, Since Wing is back I'm gonna go on break." Averman said.
"Back in 15?" She asked.
"Yea, Then you can have your break." He told her. The girl grinned at him as she handed the customer a ticket and returning the grin Averman left. With out even realizing it I followed him.
"Hey." I say. Startled, he turned.
"Oh. Hey, Fulton." He said in a tone that matched mine.
"What's up?" I asked concerned.
"Nothing, just working." He replies innocently.
"You know what I mean, Averman. What's wrong?" I ask impatiently.
"Well. From the beginning of my younger Sisters life my parents have been fighting. I swear, I'm gonna cut my ears off just so I don't have to hear 'em." He tells me, his voice slightly uneven.
"How long is that?" I ask curiously.
"A full 7 years." He says.
"Yea, It's stupid isn't it." I pause and he nods. "How they'd rather fight then work things out. The problems never get fixed and it makes no sense." I tell him. He nods again.
"I see them everyday, because I don't live in dorms. And I get along with 'em both and so does Gaby, so why can't they get along with each other?" He said.
"A divorce might be best." I said, He looks at me frightened.
"That'll make things worse." He said. I nod. I've seen what divorce can do to families.
"There's always that stinging question. If it's what he wants and it's what she wants" He starts but, I cut him off with the real point of the question. "Why is there so much pain?" I say, he nodded. Averman looked down at his watch. He gave me a weak smile. "I gotta go relieve, Alexandra. It's time for her break." He said walking off.
The anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather then fix the problem
They never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them everyday
We get along so why can't they?
If this is what he wants
And its what she wants
Then whys there so much pain?
After walking around the mall for a few hours I walked home. The way Averman seemed today was a real depressing site. He's always the one that cheers the team up. He was always so quirky and full of energy to the point it was annoying. I'm pretty sure I'd rather have that Averman then the passive, disheartened one. I got home and my dad was passed out on the couch and my mom was getting drugged up in the corner. Calmly I walked to my now empty room I went to the corner my bed used to be and curled up on the dirty grey carpet and let today's events wash over me. Unexpectedly I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke up unusually on time. I walked into the living room and saw my folks still passed out in the spots they were last night. I took my chance to say what needed to be said whether they could hear and comprehend it or not.
"Mom, Dad," I started in a firm voice. "Here's you holiday. Enjoy. I won't be back for quite awhile and I honestly hope that'll make you smile. I still can't believe you gave my stuff away, you jerk. It was mine it belonged to me and you just drank it all way. To society you're already dead and gone. I should probably feel the same, but I don't and the sad thing is. You won't remember me tonight, or the past 20 years you lost drinking your life away. And as much as I feel you deserve what you've you worthless piece of trailer trash. It's not right. NO one deserves this so called life." I said throwing a twenty dollar bill onto the table, littered with beer cans and pill bottles. I walked out, knowing they were more then likely gonna blow my money on drugs and alcohol.
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when your dead and gone
Will you remember this night
Twenty years now lost
It's not right