Like Dude, I'm 17 and Frank Iero's 23 but We Don't Care Cause We're In Love

Like dude.
My name is Haven.

Haven Embry Slade.
Isn’t my name awesome?

“Haven!” My dad called, I lifted my head from my black pillow that had lace around the edges. My room was completely black, with My Chemical Romance posters and a The Used one. And a bunch of other stuff I had collected over the years.

“What dad?!” I yelled, like Oh My God, I hated him when he got me up so early. Like damnit, it’s Friday! Let me sleep in will ya?!

“Get up Haven.” He said, opening my door. I threw a pillow at him. Why couldn’t he leave me alone?

“I am up.” I said, Ugh, he’s such a pain in my ass I thought, getting up to get dressed.

I looked in my mirror, I loved my hair. Yes, it was black and it had a lime green streak that swooped down over my left eye. So sexy. I wore a tight fitting pair of black skinny jeans and my favorite My Chem shirt. With my lovely tore up black converse.

My dad stuck his head inside my door.
“Haven are you ready now?” My dad asked, I could tell he was getting pissed off. But I didn’t care.

I stamped my foot, now he was pissing me off.

“Yes I am.” I said, grabbing my black bookbag and my My Chem messenger bag.

Dad and I climbed into the Silver Mercedes that was soon to be mine.

I just had a feeling that today would be different than all the rest.