Taming The Bad Girl

chapter one

It was all ending, finally.

And when there's an end, there's a beginning. The five years of high school has long last hit the expiration date and I couldn't be more ecstatic at the fact that I never have to see these people again. It was Summertime in Vancouver, the most detestable time of the year if you actually don't have a life outside of school, which of course wasn't the case for me; it's just I really hate being bored out of my mind. I've actually established that it makes me do stupid things.

By Monday evening, my school week was already shaping up to be pretty crappy. I usually come straight home from school and alternate between school stuff and church stuff, but this week was different, I'm going to graduate on Friday. And the student council were losing their heads hunting me down, I mean after all I am the valedictorian. But I avoided them like a plague, in fact it was so bad that I always checked to see who was behind me every damn day of the week. I wasn't gonna make a speech for crap, actually my anxiety won't allow it, so no.

Well, whatever. What happens- happens.

I took a deep breath and checked my alarm clock; Jesus Christ, it was 3AM. My sleeping schedule never did find it's home in my day.

Personally, I hated that moment. We all know that moment, that space between being awake and falling asleep. So much can happen in that variation of time, you know? You can suddenly start thinking about your future and how scary it may be, or you could be cringing at an embarrassing memory even if it was a memory from years ago, or you finally have a good comeback after an argument with someone (which of course is the most devastating one of all).

But all in all that little space of time was the worst, laying down in bed looking outside at a moonless night was annoying. All these thoughts race around in your head making it even harder to fall asleep, but instead you find yourself watching the sun rise from the horizon and you feel that deep regret of not falling asleep.

Again.

In a matter of minutes my thoughts were abruptly interrupted my a banging on the door. I stumbled into the front hallway, squinted in to the peep-hole and found my best friends, Charlie and Ryan peering back at me with wicked grins on their faces.

"Hey guys," I said after I opened the door. And naturally they both stormed pass me. "Isn't it a little too early?"

"We haven't slept yet!" Charlie said, her name was actually Charlotte but she felt that it was too regal so, Charlie it is. "Ry and I watched Netflix all night and you know what that means, an inevitable regret once we get to school."

"It's Tuesday, for God's sake," I said whilst hiding a laugh. "Well, let me go get ready and we'll go."

"Okay!" They both yelled out in unison, I was beginning to wonder if they were cut from the same cloth, eh probably. They have been dating since the beginning of high school.

I showered, and I got dressed. Mornings were the bane of my life. That's all there is to say. As I walk in to my living room, I see that Ryan and Charlie were engrossed in a fairly deep conversation, but knowing those two it was probably something stupid.

"Guys, lets go."

"Okay!" Unison, again. Sheesh.

As we headed down the sidewalk, we come across the two rotting wooden tracks, each approximately 4 feet wide, stretched across the gravelly ground below. They were sturdy enough to walk on, and I watched as Ryan pulled Charlie up on the tracks and guided her as he held her waist sturdily just in case she fell off balance. God, I was always the third wheel with them, but they are my best friends so seeing them happy made me well, you know, sick to my stomach. Stupid couples and their stupid cute activities.