How Not To Be a Good Girl

Chapter 2

          Would it be okay if I pretended that that whole thing was nothing? Alright, it was just a boy stealing some cigarettes, we see bad boys like him every day, right?

          I was totally trying to refuse myself of thinking about other things than being ignored by him. I see guys in street, in school every day, but the feeling of wanting him to be mine in some way was something new, I didn't even know his name. 

          I shook my head "stop, Mandy, you have to concentrate or you may hit the car, you are big enough it's already time to be careful" I thought to myself and sighed as I realized I looked like my mom talking.

          I arrived home and ignoring the fact that the dinner was already on the table, I went to my bedroom and locked my door and turned seeing Bob, that lazy cat thought he could just lie in my bed and do what he wanted, he was wrong "hah, come here you lazy bastard" I picked him up and kissed him "what a fluffy animal" I smiled, he absolutely made me feel a bit better, though he didn't like Panic! At The Disco that much.

             "Amanda! Come eat!" Called my dad. I wasn't very hungry, all I wanted in that moment was my oreos but I didn't have it with me in that moment so I decided not to eat.

             I heard someone knocking on the door, I felt safer as I remember my door was locked but I knew I would have to open it somehow. "Mandy aren't you going to eat?" Asked my mom.

             "No, mom" I answered laying down and hugging my cat.

             "Amanda, let me in" she said trying to get in even though she wouldn't because it was locked.

             "What do you want?" I sighed.

             "Convince you to join us for dinner." She said giving up on trying to open the door.

             I stood up calmly and walked to the door opening it and walking past her, not even looking at her and going to the dinning room where I sat down and put some mashed potatoes on my plate and started eating.

             I couldn't concentrate, my parents would never leave me alone, and those thoughts in my head looked like far memories and all I could remember was that nameless unknown's beautiful green eyes and that brown hair.

             My mind was full of theories of how I could see him again. Going to that shop again, he could go there all the time, but the manager surely wouldn't want to see him again; walk around the neighborhood, he could live there of course; or he could... Study at my school! That's it.

If he actually studied in my school he would probably be in my school yearbooks.

             "We need to talk later" said my dad.

             "About what?" I asked with my mouth full of potatoes.

             "Amanda, don't talk with food in you mouth" my mom said and I rolled my eyes.

             "Excuse me" I swallowed and stood up and directed myself to my room and as I got in I immediately locked the door.

              As I turned my music loud, I found big boxes searching for my old yearbooks and I found the one from last year, but none of the guys in there looked like that robber in the small shop. i searched for it the best as I could but I didn't find him.

              Maybe he changed school or graduated. I moved to my new house almost three years ago and the only friend I had didn't talk to me anymore, so what a shitty life I had. Perhaps he was at the other school yearbook so I went back searching for him but I didn't find.