How Not To Be a Good Girl

Chapter 1

          "Finally weekend" I thought as I saw the bright sunshine on my shoulder when I woke up from a lovely dream about hamburgers which is something I don't dream every day, trust me. 

          The sunshine peeking in my room kinda made me feel better, it made me realize how beautiful the human nature could be, but that wasn't something Amanda Streisand was able to think so all I did was close the curtains so that light would stop entering in my eyes.

          I put on my blue skinny jeans and my hood which was bigger than me for a reason I can't remember at all. I didn't mind not looking good because my plans for saturday was lay down on my couch and cuddle with my cat while listening to arctic monkeys and guns n' roses.
I went downstairs taking care to not be quite noisy as the creaking of the old wooden staircase has been stunning me for a long time. As I entered in the kitchen I felt the delicious smell of the scrambled eggs and bacon my mom was doing.
          My mom, loved to cook, every time she did something different for me and my dad to eat.
          "Hello, sweetie. How was your night?" She smiled concentrated at the scrambled eggs she was  preparing.
          "Well, it depends, what's your opinion about hamburgers and burritos?" I answered.
          "Amanda." said my dad staring at me with a denying face.
          "What's wrong about dreaming about hamburgers, everyone has weird dreams and you can't blame on me for having one." I said with a scowl.
          "Your mom and I are going to the movies tonight, would you like to come with us?" He asked  changing subject.
          "No, thanks, I'm planning a date with Bob." I said being sarcastic. Since I moved to my new house, Bob, my cat was my only friend, I only got out of my house to go to school. Honestly I wasn't the sociable type of girl, all I liked to do at school was watch how fool the poor cheerleaders looked trying to show they are better than everyone.
          "Your dad and I are concerned about you. You stay locked in your bedroom all day listening to this loud noise polution you call music. Why don't you try to make friends, go out a little bit?"
          "In first place, Nirvana is not noise polution, secondly I am totally fine, I don't need friends" I lied. Being lonely sucks.
          "There is a CD store not very far, and a cafe, why don't you go there for a little bit?" My dad smiled.
          "Aright..." I said frowning softly, I got my money and my car keys and left the house driving a bit slowly to look around the neighborhood.
          I stopped at a grocery store looking for a pack of oreos which was one of my favorite things of all time.
          I looked around seeing how empty that place was. It was just me, a quite chubby woman, the man at the cash register and a guy that was apparently looking for some cigarettes.
          I walked around the small shop looking for the cookies and when I got it, I ended up seeing the guy stealing a pack of cigarettes.
          "Hey!" I whispered to him as he put it secretly in his pocket and looked at me.
          "What?" he asked.
          "I saw it!"
          "Look you better not tell anyone" he whispered calmly but quite creepily.
          "What if I did that?" I asked to the guy.
          "You would not want to know." He said quietly.
          "Yeah, it would be very awful to be arrested for telling the cops a random guy was stealing cigarettes, right?" I frowned.
          "Well I tell you, you better run" he said looking at the manager of the store walking up to us.
          "Why-" I tried to ask but that unknown grabbed my wrist and ran as quickly as possible out of the shop. I didn't understand at first but when I looked behind and saw the fat manager trying to reach us            I ran as quick as possible with him.
          "I'll call the cops!" The manager yelled.
          "Such a drama because of a pack of cigarettes" the guy said taking out two packages out of his pocket "I mean... Two.." He half smiled. I could not deny how attractive it was.
          "What's your problem?!" I said puffy.
          He put a cigarette between his teeth keeping the half smile but looking down at me and taking it away from his mouth "well I have my rights."
          "Rights?"
          "Yeah, rights. I don't want pay for some things, so I don't pay for them." He said with a scowl.
          "That's definitely not a right. Don't you have a job?" I asked.
          "No. Can you leave me alone now?"
          " why don't you find one? You can work at a shop, Mac Donald's I don't know.."
          "That's not for me. Now go home 'good girl' your parents must be worried about you"He scowled even more and started to walk away.
          "Excuse me.. 'Good girl'?" I followed him.
          He stopped and turned to me "what do you want?"
          "What do you want to be?" I asked looking up at him. He was tall.
          "A musician. I want to make history. Like Kurt Cobain, Freddy Mercury. But that's not of your business." He kept walking.
          "They surely had to work before they became famous."
          "Why don't you go away?" He looked at me but then turned away and kept walking.
          I gave up. I would never make friends, but something caught my attention on that guy and I would be about to know more about him.
         I walked back to my car and got in it turning it on and driving back to my house. When I got in I remembered I forgot the oreos.