Good luck for bad girls

Prologue

"Clare, shut up my mom will hear you!" Mia nags as they stumble through the trailer door.

"Doubt it silly, you have to admit that party was amazing though." Clare implies.

Mia nods giggly as they enter the living room. The house was dark, too dark actually. Mia's mother, Mrs. Carson never cared if they girls tripped or fell from the pitch black. As the girls enter their bedroom Clare's hand falls over her mouth.

"Clary bug, what's wrong?" Mia's voice gets tight as she sees suddenly what her best friend is staring at. The pair gulps as Mrs. Carson takes a step forward to turn on a light. In her left hand in a bottle of hard vodka, and in her right: a cigar. Clare springs in front of Mia.

"Mrs. C, what are are you doing up"

"Your rotten fucking free loader, what the hell are you and Mia doing home so late?? When your mother died I took you in with the kindness of my heart. I still haven't see a penny from fostering your worthless ass!" Mrs. Carson explodes.

Mia hears the mention of Clare's mother and can take it no longer. She drags her into the nearest bedroom and locks the door.

Clare shoves a table by the door. We all know what that cigar was for.

"She is so crazy Clare, don't think about your mom. She must be out of pills again." Mia says as she prepares a pallet. Clare nods but hears Mrs. Carson mumbling about burning the girls again.

Two years ago when Clare and Mia were 14, they each were given a horrible cigar burn on their left wrist. Simply for refusing to rat each other out about sneaking into the movies with some boys. Not only was it painful, but it left nasty scar. The girls wore thick bracelets over the scars for a whole year before finally covering it up with a pretty matching tattoos of a blue seahorse. Mia insisted sea horses were the most bad ass aquatic creature. (Clare agreed but held down a giggle) So the girls were always on guard when Mia'd mother even lite a cigarette. They most certainly didn't wanna use their sex skills again to get a free, underaged, illegal tattoo. Way to much work. Besides the girls were to pretty just to be giving away their goodies to just anyone!

As Mia and Clare lay down beside each other they groan as they remember tomorrow was Monday. That meant the thing they hated more than Mrs. Carson. School.

A deep drunk sleep falls over them as they stay close. Being the towns biggest bad girl pair must take a huge toll on the stunning 16 year olds. Each other was all they ever needed. Who cares about anyone else? Mia had Clare. And Clare had Mia. That's exactly how the girls liked it too...