Good Girl Gone Bad

Prolouge

A/N

Just to let you know, Ataaria has a British accent ;)
(She's from the UK)

I had them again, the nightmares.

But only they're not nightnares, they're memories, stupid memories that won't let me go on with my life.

I can't let them get to me, smile through the pain, right?

Waking up in the morning I put my light ash brown, almost blonde waist length hair in a high pony tail. The way I wear it every day. I throw on a colorful flower patterned sun dress with a creamy yellow cardigen and pair it with brown boots, brushing my teeth and and instinctively put on glasses I no longer need.

This morning I don't feel like making me breakfast so instead I drive to our local coffee shop and pick up my peppermint latte. Slurping on the heavenly goodness as I make my way to school, I'm early as per usual, looking around to find my parking spot, only to see another car parked there, PARKED IN MY SPOT. I camly breath and park in the one right next to it. I don't know why I'm in such a grump this morning, aside from the fact I got my 'mate' yesterday, I do dread this week at the beginning of every month, it makes it so much harder to put up with this 'happy all the time façade' but none the less I force that smile on my face and get out of my yellow mini Cooper, she's adorable, really.

I have a feeling if someone does the right thing to tick me off today, I'll snap.

I smile as I walk to the front doors, I smile walking down the school corridors, I smile to the teachers whom nod my way, and I smile to students that look a me weary... And as soon as I get to my locker, that smile drops. I busy myself and act like I'm looking for something deep within my locker just so my cheek bones can have a rest. When I'm ready, I pull my head out, and plaster a now smaller smile, and make my way to homeroom, even though it doesn't start for another 20 minuets, its not like I have friends to hang out with before the bell goes. I walk into home room and as suspected, the only other person in the room is the teacher, Mr O'Neill.

"Good morning Mr"
I greet him with a poliet smile

"Ahh Ataaria, I didn't think you would be coming to school today"
Mr O'Neil replies and im slightly confused, you don't get a perfect attendance record by taking days off.

"What do you mean?"
I confess my confusion.

"Your mother called and said you were moving, I do hate to see one of my top students go, but she seemed pretty set on leaving"

I stare at him, not sure how to feel about all of this, its not like I have, pleasant memories here, but still, my own mother couldn't even tell me, I had to find out from my teacher. Come to think of it, the house was fairly empty this morning, meaning all the furniture was gone, along with my mother. But she's rarely home, since she's always working. She's usually gone for days at a time, shes a airhostess. But I don't mind, in fact I like being alone.

"So Ataaria, shouldn't you be packing? She said your leaving tomorrow, to america aswell"
Mr O'Neil takes me out of my train of thoughts and I smile.

"Right, so uh goodbye?"
I offer a handshake, he laughs but takes it anyway.

"Its been a pleasure having you as a student"

On my way out I bump into something, or should I say someone.

"Watch where your going foureyes"
I look up to be met with the dark brown eyes of Greg Hiddomin, the schools extremely stupid, bully.

"Right, sorry"
I mumble and instantly look down. Its instinct, even tho I'm not actually scared, 7 years of kick boxing weren't for nothing.

But then again, it wasn't for this.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you" he says and I look at him, not in fear but just so he can finish whatever he's about to say.

"Your just loser, virgin. Who's going to die alone-

"Are you done? I kind of have somewhere to go"
I interrupt his insults, bored already.

He looks stunned, but quickly recovers.

"Well I don't give a f**k, where you need to be, I'll keep you here all I want. And theres nothing you can do about it"
He takes a threatening step closer to try and intimidate me, I know he's a prick, and I'm not surprised that he's getting all worked up over nothing, but I'm also not in the mood to put up with it.

Instead of answering I go to walk straight passed him. He doesn't like this so he grabs my wrist, and forcefully pulls me back.

"Did I say you can leave"
He all but shouts tugging more and more at my wrist, he is quite tall at, at least 6"3 compared to my 5"8 that's quite the difference, and his build is bulky, almost as if he does body building, let's just say its not attractive.

"And did I say you can touch me?"
I counter back. Twisting my wrist out of his tight grasp.

Don't hit him. Don't hit him.

At least not until he makes a move.

As if he could read my mind, his eyes flash with pure rage and he takes a swing, knowing it was coming I duck and he hits the locker, making a fist shaped dent. The time he takes to yelp over his probably broken knuckles is the time I take to turn around and elbow him right in the mouth, hard enough to have knocked his teeth out. Not hesitating to then punch him square in the nose and leaving him to collapse on the floor.

"Never hit a woman"
I tell him before flicking my hair and strurting down the hall.

Only just realizing, a bunch of people who have witnessed the one way fight, some people even recording. I gulp, then realize I'm moving tomorrow, so resort back to not giving a damn.

I'm tired of this good girl crap.

Its time to go bad.