Bad Girl Plays Nice

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

The largest girl came at me first, she swung her arm and I dunked just in time causing her to go unbalanced. I back kicked her in the chin and she fell to the ground. Right as she was about to get up she grabbed onto my hair and knocked me to the ground. My hands stopped the fall and the concrete created deep cuts. I elbowed the bitch in the face twice and then stood up. Her nose was bleeding hard and wouldn't stop.

I looked around and everyone else was fighting. I tried my hardest to sneak to grab the money when another gorilla grabbed onto my feet and knocked me off balanced. She was sliding me back and I tried hard to kick her off but no luck. Melanie came over and hit her with a frying pan, she was done, half her face was bruised. Melanie and I were running to the money when we heard sirens.

"What the hell?" I looked around and cops were running right at us. I ran to grab the money and Melanie shook her can and drew on the ground our symbol.

We all ran as fast as we could and lost the cops. The other girls got caught.

The next morning there was a newspaper article about us. The headline read, "The Color Criminals Strike Again!" Then it went on about how we robbed a gas station and started a fight on Clark Street.

So original, calling us the Color Criminals just because of our spray paint. We're bad bitches! Not stupid color freaks.

I woke up in the morning and decided to go to school, my suspension is over today. I might've smoked on school grounds, whatever. I could skip it but I haven't been there for a couple of weeks, I'm interested in seeing all that's changed.

My mom made me breakfast this morning, which she does every morning. She was too distracted by my one foster brother and three foster sisters to notice that I'm actually going to school. Our house is always loud. It was small, but not super small, I had to share a room with my seven year old sister Anikka.

My mom isn't actually my mom, she's my foster mom. My real mom gave me up for adoption when I was born. But I don't need her, I don't get why kids want to meet the person who left them all alone without anything. That person isn't my mother, no matter who's vagina I came out of. A mother is someone who takes care of you. And Carly is my mother. Some mysteries should be left untouched. Maybe this one is just not meant to be.

I rode the bus to school. No one would come close to me except for Amanda, her and I both ride the bus together. Amanda was gorgeous, she had light blonde hair with dull big gray eyes. She was slim but not too much and a good two inches taller than me. I was jealous of her.

I wasn't short she was just tall, I am a medium height with dark brown wavy hair and blue eyes. I guess you could say we were good looking, we all were. But no one wanted to be near us due to our reputation, but we didn't care what people thought about us, it was against our rules.

Walking into the school we met up with the rest except for Melanie and Lydia. Melanie was expelled three months ago for vandalism. She spray painted bitch on our math teacher's chalkboard. Melanie didn't care about school, neither did her parents. And Lydia was 20 years old, she barely graduated two years ago. My mom just wants me to graduate high school and maybe get into a community college, that's what I'm hoping for too. If any college will accept me, I'm not exactly miss perfect record, I've been arrested three or four times. The color criminals have been in the paper two times now.

The first bell rang and everyone went to class, that is except for us. We were in the parking lot smoking.

"Light it for me." I pulled a cigarette from my pocket and stuck it in my mouth.

"Cup your hands." Bridget said, I did and she lit it.

I took the cigar out of my mouth and breathed out, deep breaths. I could feel myself dying a little every time I smoked but I loved it. The feeling relaxed me and then I realized that what hurts me the most brings me joy. The second bell rang. After ten minutes we all went back inside.

I walked into math and my teacher glared at me. You can still see the faint outline of where Melanie spray painted bitch. I sat down in my seat.

"Ms. Reid, may I ask why your late to my class?... Again." Mrs. Stevens adjusted her glasses.

I kicked my feet up, "you can but I'd prefer if you just continued on your lesson." I said. "Because it sounded so interesting." I smirked. She glared at me.

"Alright." She said and went back to teaching something about calculus.

"If this equals this then..." I spaced off and didn't let her finish. I looked around the room until I reached the window.

I looked out at the pouring rain, which was usual in Seattle, Washington. Even though it supposed to be the end of March.

The bell rang and I sat up following everyone out the door.

I was one of the last people out when Mrs. Stevens called my name. The only people left in the room was this annoying cheerleader named Jessica and a know-it-all named Isaac.

"Trouble again spaz?" Jessica grinned and walked out the door.

Slut. She thinks she's so cool wearing a mini skirt that shows half of her ass and jumping up and down with fucking pompoms.

Isaac was still in the classroom but I didn't care.

"Ms. Reid, you're a very smart girl you know that right? If you just applied yourself you could-" I cut her off.

"I'm not smart. And I don't want to be." I said.

"Yes you are," she handed me back my quiz from last week. I got a D. "For most of these answers you were so close to the right answer but messed up for a silly reason. Here." She smiled a little. Barely.

"Thank you, but I'd appreciate it if you called me Camryn." I said.

"We'll see."

Isaac said something, I almost forgot he was in the classroom. "You know Reid." He walked closer to me. "I could help you out if you wanted."

I turned to face him, "yeah no thanks." I looked at what he was wearing, a plaid blue and red button up shirt with beige dress pants and red converse. "I don't need help from a nerd." I grabbed my math book and my other stuff from my desk and left the classroom.