Perfectly Crafted For You

13.

It is Friday. In fact it is 4th period on Friday. 20 minutes left in class and I'm done for the week.

Brody kept trying to talk to me, I kept ignoring him.

Em and Skyla kept trying to talk to me, I ate lunch in the library.

Bentley starting trying to talk to me, I've started to ignore him.

I've decided I want to go out tonight and get drunk. Yes for the first time. If everyone thinks I'm awful, I might as well be awful.

This is probably very dramatic, and seems childish but fuck it. Oh also I've started to cuss.

I'm going to the party with Regan and Hali. We've been friends for a while, they go out every weekend. So I figured it was time to explore those friendships.

I've become a new me. My grades are still good, I'm still responsible for my work and grades. But that's just so I can get out of here.

I'm meeting Regan and Hali at Hali's house at 10. They told me to dress like a slut. So I've got the perfect outfit picked out. My blue crop top with my white jean shorts. The crop top falls just below my bra, while you can see the bottom of my butt through the shorts.

Class is finally out and I head to my locker to get my books. I've still got homework this weekend.

Em and Skyla are at my locker. Of course.

"Move"

They do as I say. The look in my eyes probably did that.

"Wow so you're finally going to talk to us?"

Nope.

"Amzie what the hell?" Em is pissed. Fuck her.

"Seriously, you want to tell us what happened? What did we do?" Skyla seems sad. Fuck her too.

Wow I'm really not sure why I'm so angry. Maybe my whole life being the good girl. I've been good and for what? Nothing.

"Amzie!" Now Skyla is pissed.

I slam my locker shut.

"I'm done being friends. Thanks for fucking playing." And with that I walk off. They call after me, but I don't care.

Bent isn't able to pick me up, I don't know why. I would if I listened to him.

I start to walk home. Maybe I am over reacting. Scratch that I know I'm over reacting. Nothing really happened. But isn't that the point of life? Nothing? And if nothing matters, why be good?

I can't be good and be seen as good. This is has been my whole life. Not just Mitch. My grandparents have always hated me. They love Bent, but who doesn't? Em's mom always treats Skyla like an angel, and me like I'm the bad influence. If they really knew...

I had a boy in 7th grade who told me he couldn't date me because his mom told him I was bad.

I've been nothing but good. Until now I guess...

But 2 years left and I'm away at school. Where I can being anything I want to be.

I walk past Brody's house. What could have been...

But good girl Amzie is gone. Maybe I'll see Brody at the party and make-out with him. That would be fun.

I'm finally home and to my dismay both my parents are home.

"Amzie. We need to talk." My dad states.

"Ahh, I'm guessing you talked to Skyla and Emerson." Mhmm I've never disrespected my parents.

"Amzie Jenson, what has gotten into you?" My mother questions.

"You would probably know if you were here." Wow that came out, I've been holding that back for years.

"Amzie-"

"You can stop saying my name for dramatic effect."

They look shocked. Good.

They look at each other like I'm crazy. And I probably am. Oh well.

They are both just standing there gapping.

"Dear, what's going on?" My mother actually looks confused.

"Just living up to my reputation. Don't worry, I'm not doing drug, my grades are still good, I still have my jobs. I'm just done being friends with Skyla and Emerson. And I'm done trying to prove myself."

"Prove yourself to who?" My father looks confused too.

"To grandpa and grandma, to Em's mom, to everyone all the time. Now if you don't mind, I've got homework. And work to prep for."

I turn and head up stairs with their jaws on the floor. I guess I've really changed. I can't wait for tonight.

To get drunk.

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