Good Girls Can Be Fun

Prologue

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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PROLOGUE

1 year ago…

           Raindrops slipped down the windowpane like snakes slithering across a desert. I followed them with my eyes pretending that the drops were racing to the bottom of the glass and then they would disappear and more would follow. I ran my tongue across my new braces, another addition to things people would make fun of and a fun way to start high school. They were uncomfortable, but everyone says I’ll get use to it. I didn’t believe them. My bedroom door opened and my older sister stepped in, shutting the door behind her.

“I don’t want to go, Mel,” I admitted. I had been pretending to be excited about the change for my parents and my older brother, but I could be honest with Mel. 

“I know,” she responded. She walked over to my bed and plopped down beside me. I laid my head on her shoulder, “But you still have to go and if we don’t leave now you’ll be late for your first day.”

“I am okay with that,” I said and Mel laughed, “I’m going to miss you so much when you’re gone,” I said. Her laughter immediately stopped. I silently cursed myself for bringing it up. It was Mel’s dream to become an actress and the only way for her to do that was to put herself out there. So she was leaving home and moving to L.A.. A tear fell down the side of my cheek as Mel’s arms wrapped around me.

“I will miss you so much more, but I have to chase after my dream. I can’t live with any regrets. I have to do this. I have to try, but I will think of you and call you everyday. It’ll be like I never left.” She tried to convince me, but we both knew it wouldn’t be the same. 

                                                                                      ~*~ 

I stood before the school entrance clutching my bag’s shoulder straps. I blew out a breath. This was it. A new school, new town, new people, and a fresh start. I pushed open the door and took my first steps into the halls of Roosevelt Heights Academy. I straightened out my pleated skirt and smoothed out the wrinkles to my gray button down shirt.

“Hey, freshman!” I heard a boisterous male voice call out. My head snapped to my right. A large guy was stomping towards me. I froze in my spot, “Not you, loser, now go run along” he said, dismissing me. I watched as the giant stormed past me and up to a boy who was standing near by. A mop of brown curls fell into his green eyes and fear clouded over his face.

“Welcome to your worst nightmare, pretty boy,” the bully taunted slamming his hand into the locker. The boy cowered away from the fist. Anger boiled inside of me. I had been through that so many times and no one had ever stood up for me. I had to say something. I walked up to the bully and tapped him on the shoulder. He slowly turned away from his victim and glared down menacingly at me. I gulped nervously, but held my ground.

“Hey why don’t you leave him alone, okay?” I said in a soft voice. The bully laughed, “I’ll tell the teacher if you don’t.” He stopped laughing and glared at me.

“What is this second grade?”

“Leave him alone!” I said firmly. The bully snarled, "Look, I got something in my bag that you do not want me to pull out on you and trust me when I say that I will not hesitate to use it," I stared challengingly at him. He contemplated for a moment on whether or not I was telling the truth, I must have been pretty convincing or he probably thought that it wasn't worth it because he finally surrendered and stalked off.                                  

“Are you okay?”’ I asked turning to the boy.

 “Yeah I’m alright,” he answered smiling, “Thanks. So what do you have in your bag.”         

“You’re welcome and nothing really just a sparkly pink folder, a pencil case, and more school necessities,” I replied pushing up my thick-rimmed glasses on the brim of my nose.

The boy chuckled, his laugh followed by the first bell, “I’ll see you around,” he said, turning and walking in the opposite direction of me. I felt warmth spread throughout me. I stayed behind, thinking of the boy with the mop of brown curls, thinking of his moss green eyes.

"What you did was kind of cool," A female voice said. I turned around to face three kids who looked around my age, two girls and a boy. 

The voice spoke up again, "He could've snapped you in half you know," the brunette said smirking. Her bangs fell over her eyes shielding them from my sight. 

"Um, yeah," I said shyly. 

The boy with the blonde hair smiled warmly at me and held out his hand, "I'm Dean. This scary chick here is Avery," he introduced as I shook his hand.

"And I'm Lily," the last girl with brown skin and dark brown hair said.

"I'm, Max." I replied. 

"Max," Dean said, testing my name, "I've never met a girl named Max. It's different. I like it!" He exclaimed theatrically spreading out his arms.

I smiled timidly and backed away, "You're scaring the poor girl, Dean," Lily reprimanded, smacking Dean's arm. 

"We've decided that you're going to hang with us from now on." Avery said brusquely.

I raised my eyebrows in shock at her statement and bluntness, "Alright." I finally answered, thinking 'why not?' 

"Cool. So what class do you have first period?" Lily asked. I smiled to myself as I grabbed my schedule out of my bag. I had a feeling things would never be boring these guys stuck around and a little excitement was exactly the transformation to my life that I needed. Maybe change wasn't so bad after all.