How To Turn A Good Girl Bad

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How To Turn A Good Girl Bad:

Step Thirteen: You Get The Good Girl Excluded:

Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch yourself; doing stuff you can barely remember doing? My head was pounding furiously as I watched the small video recording of myself hugging a table leg. I groaned inwardly. When I had woken up this morning I felt like I had been hit over the head with a fire truck whilst I was holding my ear next to the speaker on an ice cream truck playing the tune that had always brought such joy to my child hood at full volume. In short, it hurt like hell.

Every light I saw was blinding, every whisper sounded like a yell, and every smell had me wanting to throw up. For the second time in my life I had a hang over, and let me tell you this, I don’t remember the last one hurting quite so much.  Not to mention my sister had barely spoken two words to me since our argument. Maybe if I hadn’t been in such an awful state I would have tried to make amends. But I was, and I didn’t.

But right now I had much worse problems than a pounding head at my doorstep. Much, much, worse. I opened my eyes to look at the scene playing out on the tiny television screen. There were two very familiar people on screen in a class room that had been locked up hours before this video was taken. In other words Daniel and I were in deep shit.

The taping was bringing back most of my foggy memories from the night before, though most of them had come back when the first thing I saw this morning was a flock of chicken running down the school corridor.

The volume was put to full on the security footage playing, and I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t so nervous:

“I LOVE YOU!” I was hugging a school table leg.

I was sitting in a room full of chickens, with Blake stapling ‘save the trees’ posters to the walls, and an empty can of purple spray paint lay in my lap. The words ‘goats have feelings too’ was sprayed on the floor in big loopy writing. My handwriting.

“You’re beautiful in your own unique way!” I held on as tight as possible to the table. “And I forgive you for all the mean things you said to me.” I sighed placing my cheek against its cool metal. The sound of me muttering to myself could be heard.

“Even though you can be surprisingly cruel, Ted you’re my friend. Or is your name Geoffrey? Oh wait, it’s Toby! No. Now I remember. Your name is Logan. Like wolverine.

“I wish I was wolverine, how cool would that be? Then we could both be super heroes for: I’M BATMAN!” My voice went deep and throaty on the last two words and I put on a ‘fearsome’ face.

Blake meanwhile was humming the tune to Bad Boys by Alexander Burk loudly as he bobbed his head up and down to the rhythm and stapling loudly to the tune of the song.

“DANIEL!” I whined loudly. “Your singing is awful.” I told him shaking my head. “Good thing we escaped the police today, otherwise they might lock you up for good so that no one suffers your singing ever again.”

Blake gave me a glare as to say ‘shut up’ and stated to actually sing the words. And although he sang pretty awfully it wasn’t long until I had abandoned my new found friend ‘Logan’ and had started to sing along bouncing energetically around the room, avoiding the chickens that were now clucking loudly.

I groaned burying my face in my hands as the video was paused. As much as I would have loved to blame Daniel Blake for all that was on that as memory serves it was mostly my idea, if not completely...

*7 hours before this idiotic, drunken, and very much recoded, moment*

“Okay I have a couple of questions.” I said turning back to Blake with my eyebrows scrunched together. “One why are we at a pub? And two why did we have to drive for so long for a pub? You do know that there’s at least six in a ten minuet radius of where we live right?”