Billie Joe

*I sigh as I hear the door open. My mom invited one of her friends over today. She bought her daughter. Apparently, we're the same age. I don't want to meet her, but mom's making me. I'm in my room, with my guitar, writing a song on my bed. I'm not coming out of here. For all I know, this girl is some entitled brat who hates music. I hear my mom call for me. I know I said I wasn't moving, but she's really scary when she wants to be. I reluctantly get up*