Bad Girls Playbook

Clarity

The plane ride home I realized something. I realized it when I saw a crying baby and her mother. The mother was trying so hard to calm the baby down. She did everything she could, even the guy sitting behind them tried to help.

Nothing was working. "That fucking baby better shut the hell up before I shut her up for them" Jezabelle mumbled about a half hour after the crying had begun. It was still going strong. Was the kid ever going to stop?

I glared at Jezabelle before standing up and going into my carry on bag and grabbing an extra toothbrush. Of corse it was unopened. I stood up out of my first class seat and walked into the back. I walked until I found myself by the baby and the mother. I bent down. "Hey I remember my mom always letting us chew on toothbrushes when we took long flights. It kept us quiet." I smile as I gave her the package and left. A mere minuet later the crying had stopped.

Maybe I didn't always have to be the bad girl I tried so hard to portray myself to be. Maybe I could just be me. I don't have to win every fight so that I can keep my leather jacket, maybe I don't have to go to parties and have to worry about how much I have drank because I am afraid of messing up, I can show people my weaknesses without feeling weak. Skipping school is for when I want to not for when I feel I need to escape from the peoples eyes, I don't need to take every opportunity in fear that it won't come up again in the future, and maybe tattoos aren't just badass they're beautiful. It is okay to kiss and tell because sometimes the person that you kiss is the one you need, and maybe secrets are meant to be kept. Being a bad girl has run my life and I don't know who I would be without it.

I have come up with a new rule book and it only has one rule.

Rule number 1. Be 100% me