The good girls secret ( on Hold)

Chapter 2- ripped jeans to plaid skirt

Chapter 2:ripped jeans to plaid skirt

In hindsight, I realise that you may not even remotely understand the story so far.

So... I figured I would start from the beginning, for those of you that need EXTRA information.

Ha Ha, I joke.

So, here we go.

In the beginning , God made the world and everything in it. Adam was a straight up playa and Eve was the girl next door. Adam was all cocky because Eve was made from his rib...

Yah, sorry, I'm feeling a little bit hyper.

So basically, about a year ago, I moved from England to California with my mum to get away from my abusive dad. She had saved up for months and she wanted to make a fresh start for us.

Coz you know what they say... New country, new you right?

I was a weedy girl, always in and out of hospital, and I was constantly picked on at my school. So much so that I decided that I had to change my image... Now.

It should have been easy enough. I'd watched enough " transformation" movies (the bit where everyone realises that the main character is not as ugly as we think) and I thought I could pull it off.

So I ditched the plaid skirts for ripped jeans. The glasses for red contacts (guess who started a new trend?) And I dyed my hair from boring brunette to fiery red...

Yeah...I'm starting to realise why I was picked on so much. Who wears plaid anymore? This isn't 1952!

While I was recreating myself, my mum seemed to be being wooed by a man at her workplace.

"It was the prince and pauper reversed. The manager falling in love with the cleaner'' she had told me once, a faraway look in her eyes.

I don't think she actually knows the story of the prince and the pauper.

Love is disgusting.

It turns out that my new image appealed to a lot of people. Who knew that the nerdy girl who was too fragile to survive would be such a badass?

I did.

The only thing that bugged me was that these people were shallow enough to except me only AFTER I had changed my image.

The bastards.

All that aside, I actually thought I was making some real friends, and they introduced me to some other friends.

This is where the gang stuff comes in.

They were cool and slowly, they started to suck me into what they do.

I was called to run errands, deliver packages and send messages. Soon I became a part of the gang and I felt like a had a - if slightly twisted- family.

My mum was starting to get worried about me. She had never worried before. (who needs to worry about her straight A nerdy daughter with less of a social life than her own?)

She was concerned that I was changing too fast, and though I kind of agreed with her I assured her I wasn't.

"I like the new look though!" She beamed. She had wanted me to act more cool for a long time. Usually, I never had a reason to, but now I did. I basically had all the things I needed at my disposal.

"Who knew behind the baggy skirts and cardigans, was a real hourglass figure!?"

"Mum!" I replied quickly, going red.

She was so happy, I was glad we managed to escape.

Okay, back to the gang stuff. I started to get more and more sucked in, and in about 3 months I was completely stuck.

Then, they told me that a new leader was to be chosen.

I was that new leader.

What. The Freaking. Frick.

Now, I'm not a heartless or even remotely hostile person. I'm more of the sarcastic badass type. And gangs. Gangs were serious business.

So when I was voted leader, I took the opportunity to change things a bit.

I hated the idea of murder.well to be honest I didn't mind it as long as I didn't get blood or guts on me. I restricted violence to mild assault, and only to people who deserved it.

I had to keep it real. We were still a gang remember?

I said we were to steal only what we needed and got a lot of protests from doing so. What's the fun in being civil and not breaking the law? Where do we get the respect?

So I made up the game and it had started as a less lethal torture thing, to really teach people a lesson, but obviously, the more bloodthirsty members wanted death. And since, on this occasion I couldn't overpower them, I at least let people play knowing that there was a possibility of their imminent death.

I thought that made it fair.

After we went through the rules, it was my turn to run, and I had no idea where to hide.

But since I was a pretty good fighter (you had to, to be leader) and I figured I could hide myself for a month, I didn't think it would be that bad.

Apart from the face-off.

I was glad when we moved into David's house in Californa and the Gang didn't know my new address. Perfect timing.

I pleaded to go to a new school, and surprisingly, my mum agreed.

To hide, I had to adopt a new identity and personality.

Guess I was going to have to be a good girl again.

I wonder where I put that plaid skirt..?