Rating: PG-13 (For maybe some mild cussing, other, etc.)
Summary- Matt's in middle school going-in high school. He joins a gang. He wants to be bad, really bad; or so what he thinks. What troubles will Matt seek? [Some surprises may be later in the story]
Note--- Lizzie's still in Europe (Rome), because Isabella wanted her to stay and sing for a little while. An American in Rome home schools her, until she returns home.
Matt McGuire: The Gang in High School
Chapter 1-
Matt McGuire came downstairs with his baseball cap on backwards, and his ripped blue jeans were halfway down, showing his underwear.
"Matt, what do you think you're doing?" His Mother, Jo asked.
"Why, Mother, I'm just wearing some of my cool clothes." Matt folded his arms.
"No, you're not. You look like some punk, and you're not." Jo explained. "And how did you rip your pants?"
"Um-" Matt said nervously.
Jo just stood there with a blank expression on her face. "Well?"
"Um, nothing."
"You cut them up, didn't you?" Jo asked.
"No! How could you say that?" Matt lied.
"Well, Matt, you're in eighth grade, and they often dress like that." She explained. "And some just like to cut up their best-looking jeans to be cool."
Matt just gave her the mean look.
"Young man, you better not give me that look."
"Well, Mom, I'm wearing this. I like it. It's the style now. I'm an eighth grader now. And about two months, I'm going to be in the ninth grade. High school. A high schooler. So, what if I dress and talk different. I just want to be like everyone else. Mom, you can't make me change my clothes, or my attitude. I'm prefect the way I am! Just let me be myself, and quit tellin' me what to do. I hate that when you do that. It just makes me sick!" Matt yelled as he ran to the door. "I'm going to chill with my friends now!" He walked out the door and slammed it behind him.
Sam came downstairs. "What was that about?"
"Why does he act like that all of the sudden?" Jo sighed.
"Who?"
"Matt. Lately he's acting so snobby and mean."
"He's a teenage guy. I used to do stuff like him when I was a teenager." Said Sam, remembering back to about the 1960's.
Sam, as a teenager, had on a big tall poke-a-dotted hat under his short black hair. He had on a striped yellow and black shirt, and a pair of black pants with holes in them.
* * *
"I can remember that like it was yesterday." Sam said.
"Sam, that was back in the 60's, teens back then were hippies. All they did was dress up in flower dresses, shirts, pants, and like you dressed, mostly poke-a-dotted. This is present day, all teens dress like their punks. Dressing up in long, baggie T-shirts, loose pants, holey jeans, and whatever more they've got for the Teen Dress Code." Explained Jo, remembering back to the 60's also.
Jo, as a teenager, had on blue and pink flowered dress, yellow and tie-die red parts in hair. She was Rolling Discoing, until she'd tripped, and made everyone laugh, except for this one guy she liked. Sam McGuire was his name. She'd liked him, and he'd liked her.
* * *
"Well, there's one thing to say. That is, that teens today are not the same as us back then."
"Yeah, but today they like to talk about girls. We, guy's liked to do that back then also." Sam stated.
Jo smiled at him. "Well, we, girl's liked to talk about guy's back then also."
"Yep. You've got that right. See some past and present stuff never change." Sam said.
[Yeah, that won't change. But, what about other things young teens do today? I mean now, they do a lot of more drugs, alcohol, and other things not right to do. I hope Matt doesn't do that kind of stuff.]
End chap
Summary- Matt's in middle school going-in high school. He joins a gang. He wants to be bad, really bad; or so what he thinks. What troubles will Matt seek? [Some surprises may be later in the story]
Note--- Lizzie's still in Europe (Rome), because Isabella wanted her to stay and sing for a little while. An American in Rome home schools her, until she returns home.
Matt McGuire: The Gang in High School
Chapter 1-
Matt McGuire came downstairs with his baseball cap on backwards, and his ripped blue jeans were halfway down, showing his underwear.
"Matt, what do you think you're doing?" His Mother, Jo asked.
"Why, Mother, I'm just wearing some of my cool clothes." Matt folded his arms.
"No, you're not. You look like some punk, and you're not." Jo explained. "And how did you rip your pants?"
"Um-" Matt said nervously.
Jo just stood there with a blank expression on her face. "Well?"
"Um, nothing."
"You cut them up, didn't you?" Jo asked.
"No! How could you say that?" Matt lied.
"Well, Matt, you're in eighth grade, and they often dress like that." She explained. "And some just like to cut up their best-looking jeans to be cool."
Matt just gave her the mean look.
"Young man, you better not give me that look."
"Well, Mom, I'm wearing this. I like it. It's the style now. I'm an eighth grader now. And about two months, I'm going to be in the ninth grade. High school. A high schooler. So, what if I dress and talk different. I just want to be like everyone else. Mom, you can't make me change my clothes, or my attitude. I'm prefect the way I am! Just let me be myself, and quit tellin' me what to do. I hate that when you do that. It just makes me sick!" Matt yelled as he ran to the door. "I'm going to chill with my friends now!" He walked out the door and slammed it behind him.
Sam came downstairs. "What was that about?"
"Why does he act like that all of the sudden?" Jo sighed.
"Who?"
"Matt. Lately he's acting so snobby and mean."
"He's a teenage guy. I used to do stuff like him when I was a teenager." Said Sam, remembering back to about the 1960's.
Sam, as a teenager, had on a big tall poke-a-dotted hat under his short black hair. He had on a striped yellow and black shirt, and a pair of black pants with holes in them.
* * *
"I can remember that like it was yesterday." Sam said.
"Sam, that was back in the 60's, teens back then were hippies. All they did was dress up in flower dresses, shirts, pants, and like you dressed, mostly poke-a-dotted. This is present day, all teens dress like their punks. Dressing up in long, baggie T-shirts, loose pants, holey jeans, and whatever more they've got for the Teen Dress Code." Explained Jo, remembering back to the 60's also.
Jo, as a teenager, had on blue and pink flowered dress, yellow and tie-die red parts in hair. She was Rolling Discoing, until she'd tripped, and made everyone laugh, except for this one guy she liked. Sam McGuire was his name. She'd liked him, and he'd liked her.
* * *
"Well, there's one thing to say. That is, that teens today are not the same as us back then."
"Yeah, but today they like to talk about girls. We, guy's liked to do that back then also." Sam stated.
Jo smiled at him. "Well, we, girl's liked to talk about guy's back then also."
"Yep. You've got that right. See some past and present stuff never change." Sam said.
[Yeah, that won't change. But, what about other things young teens do today? I mean now, they do a lot of more drugs, alcohol, and other things not right to do. I hope Matt doesn't do that kind of stuff.]
End chap