Figuring Her Out

Chapter 1 | New Girl

*mature content*
language & violence

Chapter 1 -

I look out the car window of my moms black  Volkswagen, watching the passing scenery of tall pine trees and isolated houses, this town so far isn't anything like my old one, Chicago. My mom, my little sister, and I are currently moving to the outskirts of Portland Oregon.

It's not my first time moving, I used to move all the time when I was younger so i guess you could say "I'm used it it". Only this time it's different, we aren't just moving because of a new job one of my parents have gotten, or boredom from the town before. This time it's different. A matter of life or death.

We decided to move after the passing of my father. A few days ago when I got home after school my mom was sitting on our couch crying, she told me that we had to get out of the town she couldn't handle it anymore, she was so overwhelmed with all the memories of him and heartbroken after his funeral. It was the first time I've ever seen her that sad but the thing that hits me the hardest about the whole situation is that it was my fault. So here we are in the car approximately 10 minutes from the town and my new house.

As morbid as it may sound, I wish that my dad passing away was the only reason we were leaving. Unfortunately it isn't. After the accident moving was the only choice.

I'm not exactly sad were moving because honestly I also had to get out of that town too, Life for me wasn't so great there a lot of stuff happened lets just say I don't have the greatest past ever.

Many would call me 'badass' or your typical 'badgirl' but I wouldn't exactly consider my self that I would say more self destructive. I wasn't the oh so loved cliche popular girl that is on the cheerleading team and gets all the guys, in fact I rather despise those types of girls. But I wasn't unknown, I was known in a not so great way.

I used to be the the good girl you would want as the typical 'perfect daughter' until sophomore year, when I met Katelynn. She changed things, she had a bad reputation and she wanted to be my friend, we became best friends and she changed me turned me badass or In other words more fun, she made me not wanna go back to being the goody too shoes I was.

The cold hard truth is just that bad girls have more fun, it's just a fact.

I wasn't the girl afraid to break her nail in a cat fight, because honestly get on my bad side and I'm not afraid to break your arm, okay well that's a little harsh but you get what I'm saying, I wasn't any good girl anymore.
But don't get me wrong I don't do drugs, or anything along those lines.

No matter how bad I get, I can always be worse. What I'm saying is that sometimes the good girl gets tired of being pushed around and turns into a bitch.

But that's when we had to move away things got rough quickly, leading up to my fathers death I was a wreck. Everything was a wreck. And you can assume how that escalated after his death.

I mean any other "normal" 17 year old girl would have hated moving, away from there perfect high school life but I couldn't care less we were leaving, I'm glad I can get away from my old life. I made a deal with myself that I wouldn't go back to being the person I was and I would turn things around and start caring about things. And protect myself under all circumstances.

I look over at my mom her hands going pale from being clenched around the steering wheel. Her dirty blonde hair was messily thrown into a bun, and her eyes staring intensely focused onto the road, probably overthinking.