When Good Girls Go Bad

Chapter Two

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And so here I was now; on the verge of taking my life. I guess my only regret now was that I didn’t do something other than cry before I left. I breathed deeply, preparing myself.

“But, I admire your courage...for taking that crap for so long.” My eyes snapped open so fast, I was afraid my light blues eyes would just pop right out of my skull. Did she just compliment me? She was silent for a while.“You have something that some people don’t have the luxury to possess. But if it’s so worthless to you then maybe you should jump...or shut the fuck up and do something with your life.”

I was shocked. Completely, utterly and totally shocked. No one had ever spoken such nice words to me - granted she was yelling and calling me pathetic - , but still no one had ever tried to encourage me to change...to be better. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like I mattered. Even just a little bit. I turned away from the edge of the cliff to look at my somewhat of a saviour. She was much taller than me, with long toned legs and a thin frame. Her mass of rainbow colored blonde hair shocked me for a moment, before I was drawn to her eyes once more; I could see such passion and determination, and could feel some of it transferring to me.

“Thank you, that really means alot to me.” she stared at me hard for a moment, then around and began walking away from me. I sighed. “So much for finding a friend.”

She stopped abruptly then turned around to face me. “A word of advice, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Come find me if you’re ready for a change.” She continued walking, not even bothering to give me some sort of explanation.

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“I’m home!” I called out to no one in particular. As expected I was met with only a silent house.

I locked the front door before I made my way upstairs. I opened the door to my lavender room and immediately felt calm. I tossed my bag on my bed and soon followed it as I fell back onto my bed. I heard a loud creak of protest from the bed and merely sighed as I readjusted myself on the bed. For what seemed like hours I simply stared at my ceiling thinking back to my day. That girl from the cliff...Why had she chosen to speak to me? Most people avoided me; I couldn’t count on both my hands and feet the number of people who would have just watched with glee as I prepared to jump and end the torture known as my life. I continued to think about what she had said even as night fell; her words were like an annoying pop song that got stuck in your head.

Finally, I decided now would be a good time to make dinner. I tied my dark brown hair into a ponytail and made my way downstairs. It was already quarter to ten and my mother still wasn’t home; but that was to be expected. Since my father left when I was ten, my mother had turned into a workaholic; at first she said it was so she would be able to take care of me, but then she just become addicted to working. I suppose it was her way of coping with the separation so I didn’t hold it against her. I was staring at my dinner once again, with no intention of eating it. I loved to cook, so often times it was just a way to relieve stress rather than for eating. I placed the food in the fridge and went back upstairs to get ready for bed.

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Another morning had come which translated into another day of torture. The only good thing about today was that it was the last day of this school year. My mother never came to wake me up so I assumed she had already left for work. I dragged myself out of bed and began to get ready. After a quick shower I picked out a pair of baggy jeans, a loose T-shirt and a pair of converse to wear.