LIAR

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"This Morning I woke up in juvy, but my mom came and bailed me out. That's the first time this month." I said. "Scarlett, you can't keep doing this." My boyfriend, Zac, said. "I'm going out." I grabbed my earbuds and plugged them in and walked out. I'm such a screw-up. It's almost like my dad jinxed me. He told my mom before he left, "Here's money for care and here's anything extra you might need. She's gonna be trouble." I got on the sidewalk and continued walking. Zac was right I can't keep doing this. Let me get my mind straight then i'll go back. I could barely walk in a straight line. If chalk was coming out of my shoes, my line would look like the Mountain Dew logo. "Scar, you smoking tonight?" Felecia asked. "No, I just got out." She held up the middle finger as I kept walking. My hands were in my shorts' pocket and my tank top flowing with the wind. I went into the diner and sat at a table. I rested my head on my arms when someone sat on the opposite side of me. "Scarlett, you okay?" Someone said. I quickly got up to see who is was. "Danny!" I got up and jumped on him. "When did you come back?" I said to my brother. He'd been away fighting in the army. "Just now, Mom said you weren't home, so I figured you were here." He said. I was so happy he was here.

The mood had gone from happy to serious within seconds. "She had to bail you out again." He said with a straight face. "Yea, i'm sorry. I was done with everything and it hurt so much. I thought if I took it, every problem would go away." I said. "But it didn't. You told me you weren't gonna take it again." He said angered. "I'm sorry is all you can say. Mom needs you to stop, I need you to stop." He said. I got up and started my walk home. He drove by me at my walking pace, "Come on, it's late." I was angry at all the pressure. "Go, i'll be fine." He stopped the car and told me I needed to get in. I ran down an alley and waited for him to get out or drive off. "Scarlett." He said twice. I finally came out about five minutes later. Then continued my walk home. It was 8:26pm when I walked in. My mom was sitting on the couch talking to Danny and without interrupting, I silently walked upstairs. I went in my room and closed and locked my door.

I took the longest shower i've ever taken and washed up. Then I went downstairs, avoided any conversations and ate. I took my Sprite upstairs and played 2k14. I was up for the rest of the night. Until, I started to get sleepy. I looked at my picture of me and my mom. I held it close when I cried myself to sleep. All the times I screwed up, I could've been the favorite child, in college, getting a Masters'. But no, i'm here in California, with no life, crying myself to sleep. I have the worst life. Why can't I just start over? Start over. Yea! I'm gonna start over. I got up the next morning and attempted to start over. I was going to give myself a new look. I started by being friendlier. "Good morning mom." She lit up when she saw me skipping into the kitchen. "Well good morning baby. Since you are peppy today, I want you to go to the store and get the groceries." Don't ruin it mom. I have plans. "Okay. It might take a little long because I have to make some stops myself." I grabbed the car keys and headed out the door. It was in the middle of June and I was wearing an oversized see-thru sweater, a bandeau top, shorts, and Converse. "Actually, i'll get the groceries and then go back out." I said.

I went to the store. Struggling to get inside with all the bags, Danny came and grabbed a few. I went to the beauty supply store and got some brown hair dye and some hair scissors. I was tired of the blue-green color. "What's this?" He was looking at one of my personal bags. "Nunya." I laughed. I carried the rest of the bags in. I beeped the trunk shut and closed the door. I sat the bags in my room and grabbed a condom out of Danny's room. First, I would start off my leaving Zac. I drove to his house and he wondered where I had gone. "I had to think of some things." I said. "About what?" He asked. "What i'm gonna do with my life. I said no more juvy and my 19th birthday is next week. I'm not going to prison." I said starting to break down mentally. "Well, what are you going to do?" He asked. "Have sex with you." I said abruptly. "Wha-" He was cut off by a kiss. I fell on top of him and we made out. He tongue slowly entered my mouth and I let it. We were in the kitchen, me on the counter and him standing up. My legs around his waist and his hands struggling to take my shirt off. We broke our kiss as I took mine and his shirt off. He undid my bandeau top no problem. We kissed as he unattached his belt buckle and took it off.

He slid his pants off and lifted me off the counter. Zac was not a virgin, he was a man whore. He had so many one-night stands. I, on the other hand, am a virgin. I knew if I did it with him it wouldn't look like I didn't know what to do. He took me to the couch and pulled my shorts off. He left his boxers on, but pulled his friend out and I said, "There is a condom in my shorts' pocket." He ripped it open and put it on. He moved my thong over to the side and went in. I moaned grabbing my boob, i am not getting pregnant if this is what I have to go thru. It was actually pleasant it felt really good. "I love you." He said for the first time. "I think I love you too." I kissed him. He pulled out and masturbated as I rubbed my vag. He squirted something on me. I honestly don't remember health class. "Ahh." He said. He kind of grabbed my head and pushed it down. His part was in my mouth. I am so scared, what if he pees on me. I lifted my head and the condom was stretched to the max. I rubbed it and put the condom back on and put it in me again. I gotta make it last for him, this maybe the last time I see him. "Scarlett," He said pumping. "Yes." I turned towards him. "What is your real name?" I had never told anyone. "Corinne."

He pushed my hair out of my face. I got the name Scarlett because when I was younger I would always have scars and bruises from falls, and jumps. So the name Scarlett stuck. "Hi Corinne." He said. I ran my finger down his face and started to cry. "What's wrong?" He said wiping a tear off of my face. I got up, grabbed my clothes and ran in the room to put them on. The sun shined so bright coming inside. I walked out and told him, "I might never see you again and if you see me it won't be me." He looked confused, very confused. He got up and put shorts on. I kissed him and walked out. I went home and cried, but then laughed at how I was throwing this all away to start over. I laughed at myself and how I was so upset for nothing. I ran upstairs excited to change and I stripped of my clothes. I applied the hair dye and it got on my skin, better than staining my clothes. I cut then dead ends off, took a quick shower and washed my hair and when I got out I had beautiful brown locks. Then I got re-dressed and took all the clothes that were too small and sold them to the thrift shop. I walked out with $500 dollars, because the 18 items were designer. I told mom I was going to a hotel to re-cooperate. I sat on the patio of the room and just thought. All the car horns were blaring and lots of conversations were going on. There was a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I opened the door. They were about to knock again but the door was already open. "Oh, uh, wrong room." I closed the door. Idiot. You couldn't look on the door before you started knocking. I also think I have anger issues because I will go on and on about one thing if it really pisses me off. I went in the bathroom and soaked. I looked at my body as I washed it. What am I doing to you? I put all this stuff in you, i'm sorry.