She got into the passenger seat of a light blue golf cart and using common sense I got on as well. She drove so fast I was pressed up against the seat holding on to the roof for dear life. In about 20 minutes we get to a 7 Eleven, she says to grab her a monster and I get a tea. We get back on the cart and drive down the Oakland roads, quiet but occasionally we come across someone who is either a hardcore Green Day fan stopping Rio for autographs, asking where her dad lives, and where they can buy good merchandise.
Soon we come across a public library, she stops the cart and we go in. In the non-fiction section we see a boy in red and black, "So you are the infamous Saint Jimmy?" he asks, "Yes, wish I wasn't though," I reply. "Welcome to the club of the Nimrod's hated and loved," Jakob declared, "Okay what's a Nimrod and why are we hated?" I shout in annoyance. "Nimrod's are fans of Green Day and the fans either love us or hate us, we are the children of a punk rock band, we are envied by other people."
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Warning: a green day fanfiction
Fanfictiona girl who was raised to hate green day, now she finds out that her father who ran on her at the age of one, tre cool, has to take her to raise her
