"Wake up Rocky, I'm bored." I open my eyes to see Daisy standing above me.
"Who let you in?" I mumble wanting to go back to sleep.
"The back doors are always open."
I stand up and walk over to my vanity to brush my hair, but before I got the chance something else grabs my attention.
"Look at the bruises your brother gave me." I say out of frustration. She laughs at me as I stand in the mirror looking at the purple bruises down my right side. Daisy sat on my bed, while wearing sweats. She listens to me as she takes a cigarette out of a pack and almost lights it. I grab her hand and pull her through my room. "Not in the house come on let's go outside."
I'm still just in my underwear and tank top, so I find a pair of pants on the floor throwing on them. I tie my hair back in a ponytail.
We go in the backyard where we continue talking about everything going on while I kick a soccer ball into a net, smoking a cigarette at the same time. It's pretty anticlimactic, I know but I wanted one. I've smoked them before because I liked the head rush it gave me, but I wasn't interested in the habit itself.
"Why don't you switch to vapes isn't that the new thing now?" I ask.
"I like the burn of ciggys." I don't question her after that. I guess I could understand that.
"Let's go to the graveyard tonight for a party, only a few people know about it. The football team will be there too." She suggests and it honestly seems like fun.
"A graveyard? Are you serious, that seems morally wrong for so many reasons."
"It's a graveyard but there's a lot next to it that doesn't have graves. Come on it'll be fun there'll be drinks, a fire, hot guys, and my friends that I cant wait for you to meet."
"Alright I'll go." She jumps up and down with excitement and hugs me.
"Come let's get ready the suns setting already. So the party starts soon and ends when the cops come."
"Come on let's go." I grab her hand and we run to my room locking the door behind me. I open my closet and get the forbidden hello kitty shoulder bag at the bottom of my closet. I snuck it into one of the boxes we shipped over a few weeks ago, it has basically all my clothes I don't wear around my Dad; including thongs since he used to do my laundry. Its not that I think he would mind its more that I didn't want to have that conversation with my Dad.
"You dirty girl look at these clothes." She holds up them up and starts trying them on immediately to pick out which one she likes.
"I can borrow these right?"
"Obviously. What do you think of this?" I put together a black corset top and a pair of black skinny jeans that show off my belly button piercing.
"I didn't know you had a belly ring it's so cute!" She asks me about my piercing.
"Well I actually have my nose pierced," I put in a little nose ring into the hole on the side of my face. I kept it out when traveling and for soccer the last couple days. "...and my tongue." I stick out my tongue to reveal the tiny silver ball that sits atop my tongue. She observes it in awe as I lift my tongue up and down.
"Oh I also forgot about my lip tattoo." I pull my lip down to show her the 'WILD CHILD' tattoo.
"Oh wow, my parents would never let me get those done." She says.
"Well my Dad only knows about my belly button and nose. You didn't see them before because I took them out for the flight here, and just put them back in."
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Miss America
Teen FictionRocky Amato is a 16 year old girl raised by her father in Philadelphia. When her Dad suddenly moves to London due to his job; he decides that she needs to live with her Aunt in a picturesque English Village. But when she finds out from her new nei...
