She's a Rebel- a Green Day Story 2

The place we were going to sucked, but the drive there was pretty nice. I liked to look at the things around me. It helped calm my mind whenever I looked out a window. Today, I think, is the day. At school, there will be a talent contest soon. May sound boring, but the prize will be to actually be able to talk to Green Day for an hour, and they'll be the ones judging! I have to do this!I just have to think of a way to do it without Ken knowing. He HATES anything that makes me happy. "Little girls who smile are really ugly deep down inside. They act like they're not, but, oh, they are! And you, my pet, although you are strikingly beautiful and rarely smile at all, are VERY ugly inside!", Ken always says. Whatever. If he wants to talk about inner ugly, he should look in a fucking mirror sometime! Am I really like he says? I'm trying to prove to myself that I'm something more, but sometimes, I wonder...anyways, outsmarting him today might be easy. I helped myself to an extra $100 from, uh, last time. The guy had passed out, and I wasn't doped up, so I used my present common sense to collect some easy cash. All I had to do now was to tell Ken I'd found a customer who looked rich. It's worked before! "The guys are already here. You made us late, again, you bitch.", Ken said, rather thoughtlessly. "I-I'm sorry..sir", I barely mumbled. To my surprise, all he did was smile that horrid smile and say, "You should be.", instead of slapping me for not looking him in the eyes. Whew! So, it seemed tonight we'd be playing...whatever Ken and the morons came up with, while having diarrhea, most likely. Ha ha, I can be funny. I got out and got together my equipment. "Now, will you do more tricks when I tell you to this time?", he asked. "Yes, sir." I was now in a better mood, with Green Day on my mind. So, off to the dressing rooms we went. "Be out in no more than 20 minutes.", Ken instructed. Then he caressed my face, which made me shudder in discomfort, unbuttoned my coat, laughed, and left. I stood there, shaking. No matter how many times it happens, it still triggers panic attacks, which is why they often drug me before selling me. Ken apparently liked doing that as a form of torture, leaving me to fight off panic attacks in impossible time limits. He can be so cruel, but nothing, not even that sick man can stop me from meeting Green Day! So, I got over the panic as quick as I could, reapplied my makeup the way they liked it, and got out. I hadn't been in such a good mood in so long, I actually enjoyed playing tonight. Then, Ken, believe it or not, told me to take the night off! Talk about amazing luck! Before leaving, I asked him about the "customer". He said yes! Now, to just wait for Sunday! Just two days!I couldn't be any more excited! So, this is what it must feel like to be a kid, I thought to myself. I started walking home, singing happily, when I saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks. That black SUV. It could only belong to one person, a person I'd wanted to meet for a long time. I ran up to the window of the bar and peeked through. THERE. THEY. WERE. An excited shiver ran down my back. As much as I wanted to, I just couldn't go in there! Then, Mike turned around in my direction. EEP! I ran from there like Hell, more excited than ever now! When I got home, I was panting with adrenaline rushing all through me. In only two days, they would know who I was! I was sure of it! Then, out of nowhere, a bright light filled my mind. I was in bliss. I lay down and fell into a deep and rejuvinating sleep for the first time in years, dreaming about Sunday.