bad girls

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Dakota

I stop my skateboard and throw my cigarette away. Shit, the cops. I'm sure they don't know I was the one graffitiing on my neighbor's wall. But I'm so paranoid, so I'm just better off at running away. I grab the skate from the floor and run towards the club my friend Dylan owns. I sneak inside and light another cigarrette. The smell to sweat and alcohol fill my nostrils. I can smoke peacefully here. It's just 12 pm, and I'm supposed to be sleeping in as the good girl my parents know I am. I laugh at my own thoughts. They're the worst.

I look at everyone dancing in the floor. I hate dancing before 4 am, because everyone is full of energy at this time and it makes me sick. I sit on my favorite table and keep smoking. The waitress offers me a shot of vodka but I reject it. I blow the rings of smoke. I breathe in; summer smells great.

Someone grabs my wrist brusquely and I turn around. Shit, shit, shit. My mom's boyfriend.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, DAKOTA WOLFF? WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" So they discovered the pillows under my blanket.

"Stop it asshole, you're not my dad, so fuck off." I push him away and sit on the table again. I light another cigarette and he throws it away.

"You're only 17, for God's sake!" He eventually starts pulling me out of the club.
I grab my skateboard on the table, and wave Dylan on the far end of the club with a smile. He smiles back, chuckling and I can't see anyone anymore cause I'm out.

"Go fuck yourself Nick." I skate to my house all by myself. I could run away, but Nick has this ferrari (the only reason my mom loves him, I believe) and he could reach my house way faster. He would keep looking for me and I would be dead.
I go inside the house. The smell to cinnamon makes me dizzy.

"Dakota! Where the hell were you? We were so worried!" My mom screams from the kitchen. I sit on the couch.

"Okay mom, okay."

"Dakota! You smell to cigarette! It's unbelievable! Were you smoking?" I blink hard. No, I was just lighting cigarettes for fun.

"Yeah. So?"

"Nick is right. You need to go to Knightley's camp. Your behaviour is the worst. You better go pack and go to sleep young lady, cause tomorrow is your big day."

I groan very loud.

"Mom, are you nuts? It's summer! What's that Knightley's freak camp?" She just turns off the lights and goes upstairs leaving me in the summer darkness.