The Bad Girl //a.i [coming soon]

One

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Love; a four letter word. One syllable, two vowels, used by most. Some afraid of it, and some want it. though, we all do, deep, down, somewhere in the pit of our stomaches, where the unwanted memories and feelings are hidden, that is where love is, in most. Most, including Taylor Grace Strood. An evil 19 year old, with the hunger for trouble. She says she doesn't believe in love, she says she doesn't want it. Others want her love, but she refuses to give it.

Monday morning she got in her car, drove to the tattoo parlour in the hopes of a big bold tattoo on her left hip. One with a quote, a quote she did not yet know of when she stopped at her last red light, but the quote that would frustrate her for the rest of her life.

Every touch of the needle was more pain for her, the most pain she had been in. While getting her tattoo done she begun to feel excited by her decision. When finished, it would be the word 'love' with a Red Cross straight down the middle, that is how much she hated love, but why you ask, we'll you see a long time ago, when Taylor was only little, five to be exact, her mother walked out on her and her father, she didn't love him, she didn't want to. He, confused and alone, also ran away, leaving Taylor in a foster care family. The woman she lived with was a fifty three year old named Justine, one in which Taylor really looked up to. She to had been through a lot, her husband also had walked out on her. No one in her life had love to keep and hold, only the love of Taylor herself. That is why, she doesn't want to fall in love, to then get broken, so she keeps her distance. Distance from those who wanted distance to be cut in between.

Everything was about to change though, Once she came home to her recently new roommate Meg. Meg was her friend from school. She to was like Taylor, a rebel, troublemaker. These girls didnt infact look like troublemakers. They looked like your average young adults. No streeks of wild colours weaving through their hair. No pieces of metal stabed into their lips or nose. Nothing of the sort sat upon their bodies. Anyway, the girls, both in year 11 hated school, thought it was a place for tourcher, so they left 17 and school-free, the girls got jobs at their local supermarket to pass the time, and once they turned 18, with the money they had saved, and with the help of Justine, they rented an apartment, small, two bedrooms one bathroom and a homely feel. The girls were happy, both care free and rebelious.

Taylor also remembered the memory that was just told, as she drove home. Playing her favourite bands music on full blast, Taylor remember the painful look on her fathers face when he gave Taylor her last goodbye. She was a mess, a broken mess. But she had her music to help he through, who you may ask, well they are called Rise and Fall a punk rock band who Taylor had listened to since they wrote their first song, when she was 16.

Home at last, Taylor parked her car and went up to the apartment to find Meg in the kitchen, only to be doing her crafting, weird, I know. As soon as Meg heard Taylor's voice, her excitement filled the air.

"Tay, Tay oh my god I'm glad your home, oh I'm so excited," by this stage Meg was practically jumping up and down.

"Calm down Meg." Taylor lowered her pants revealing her tattoo. Freaking Meg out.

"Dude! What the heck, you got a damn tattoo, wow, it's, it's, dude that's shitty." Meg paused laughing.

"Shut up Meg." Taylor said as she lifted her pants. "I mean it's sick, but really? For your first tattoo a 'say no to love' sign? I mean I like it, but it's not like," the action Meg made was in her words meant to represent 'mind blowing'.

"Why thank you." Taylor said as Meg walked into her room, rushing back with tickets of some sort.

"What is that Meg, please don't tell me they are tickets to a band. Because, we can't really afford that." Meg looked down, then excitedly up again.

"I can't, because they are! We'll not really, you see I won two tickets to the Spring Rock Festival! For you and me, it's a three day festival thingy, and I won them, free accommodation, it'll be great and, it's at Bondi Beach."

"Sydney!? We're going to Sydney!" Meg nodded as Taylor jumped up and down, squealing like a teen at a boy band concert.

"And guess who will be there?" Waving the tickets two and fro, Meg had a devilish look on her face.

"Rise. Rise.. Rise and, and Fall!?" Taylor was stuttering excitedly as Meg once again nodded. This was Taylor's dream; meeting her idols with her best friend. Tanning and enjoying the music. Little did Taylor know, that the days to come where going to change her life, forever.