GOOD GIRL BAD GIRL

Chapter One

  "No need for any further explaintion Miss Venice," the man dressed in the sharp looking suit said. "Your daughter is no longer welcomed here."

  "But Mr.Davis-" she agrues but is interrupted yet again for the trillionth time today by this man.

  "Miss Venice we can't allow a student like this in campus," he looks at me rather disgusted, not something new most people out here give me nasty looking looks but it's not like its bothered me I've been rather used to it.

   "Vandalism-" which so called good students did and ever so kindly put the blame on me, damn rich wannabe bad girls. "Fights-" which snobby rich kids started with me which ended up getting there asses in hospitals and their parents trying to file law suits against me. "Especially with a teacher," I just,don't even want to go there.

  "Please sir I'm sure my daughter has a good explanation for her actions," she pinches me making me alret now.

  "Um sorry?" I said unsure if I was even being sincer or not.

  "Well I'm sorry but sorry is not enough," he crosses his arms. "We've never delt with a child as troublesome as you please leave the school premises, but we'll kindly keep this off your record if you're willing donate to our school Miss Venice." My mother nods sadly and grabbed her purse laid down a check of 100,000 dollars and gracefully walked out of the schools office.

  "Mia dear please get your things we've got something important to talk about," she says. Looking at my water bottle glumly I poured it in the hall hoping I get to hear a couple of students fall into it.

  "Mia!' My mother called me. I rushed out side and threw my notebooks in the fountain. The third period bell rang and I tilted my head back to see the kids who'd fall into the puddle and a couple of kids did which made me start to laugh. My mom honked the horn making my last few minutes shorter.

  "Well Jefferson Academy," I began to prepare a random speech. A couple of students outside gave me strange looks. "My crappy time at this rich snobby school will always be remembered-" my mom irritated honked the horn once more. "And will never be cherished as long as I live. I hope all y'all rot in hell you piece of sh*ts!" I jumped into the car as I gave the school and the students around me the middle finger.

  "Mom she can flip people off and cuss but I can't?" the little annoying um I can't find a word what he is but let's just call him the unidentified being scientists have yet to descorved or in easier terms the thing.

  "Jaden honey you know your sister has strange problems," mom makes a turn on a red light causing several cars to honk at her.

  "Yeah so you can kiss my beautiful butthole," I stuck my tongue at him.

  "More like issues," he mutters crossing his arms but I'm too busy to even look just singing to a song my earplugs pushed to far in my ear for me to give a shit.

  "Mia don't think we're done talking about this me and -" she says but realised that I couldn't hear her and pull out one earphone. "Jacob about this!" She yells into my ear.

  "Jesus okay you don't have to scream," I rubbed and soothed my precious ear.

  "Oh so when I do it, its such a pain and am annoyance but when you got your music screaming into your ear its fine?" She makes another sharp turn running a stop sign making a poor old lady stumble on the ground. That poor old lady...if there was some way I could have done something- oh well the past is the past.

"I'm waiting!"

  "Oh that wasn't rhetorical question?" I asked. She groans as she facepalmed herself.

  "You're going to give me gray hair," she told me. I yanked a strain of her hair making her yelp.

  "You mean like this?" I asked. My brother began to laugh slightly.

  "Mia!" She shouts. The maids ran and greeting while they took her coat along with mine and my brothers.

  "Okay I'm done," I let out a small easing laugh. "What did you and Jake want to talk about?" My mothers boyfriend appears from the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a specutula in his hand. Jake has been dating my mother for almost two years now. Her and my father got a divorce when I was in middle school. I can't blame her, she felt it was her reponsiblity as a mom to marry the father of her children, but what she didn't know was how hard that can be on a teen mom.

   I know she didn't want to give up on me and her boyfriend at the time who was several years older than her convinced her it was fine and he'd marry her as soon as she was older. Her family disowned her she never told me the full reason and I don't think she will anytime soon. Mom dropped out of highschool and had me and then my brother and got a job at a bakery right after splitting with my pops. It wasn't a big job but it was better than nothing.

   My mom later was scouted and became a successful model and fashion designer and even released her own make up line, Mia. She named it after me. Have you ever got named after a make up line? Well let me tell you this, it feels great-just kidding I'm not that narcissistic. I really didn't get along with my mother then like I do now. She's my hero.

  "Me and Kayla are getting married," Jake holds my mothers hand. My brother and I were quiet until I began to speak.

  "You mean Kayla and I? For a grown man Jake you sure make some big mistakes in English," I said at the same time my brother said "What?"

  "That's the first try thing you say?" She asked. "You correct his English? Not even congratulate us?"

  "Well I am the sheriff of grammar state," I shrug. "It only makes sense."

  "Anyway we've decided to move in with Jakes family for a bit," she smiles widely and he smiles just as big.

  "So pack your bags we're moving to Florida!" My brother angryly gets up and storms out of the room.

  "Ugh, when is that boy going to understand," my mom sighs. "Its been four years since..." She couldn't even finish her sentence.

   "I don't think it's fact that he still misses dad," I told her looking down at the ground. "Its that he can't trust any man that walks into our life, he's just not ready for this yet."

  "I just hope this move will help him realize how special Jake is to me," she glows. I held a thumbs up and made my way upstairs to speak with my brother when my mom called out to me. "Hey where are you going!" She shouts.

  "What?" I responded.

  "Who gave you the permission to leave?" She grabs a pillow and throws it at me. I cover my head for protection. She grabs the spatula Jake had and raises it making me flinch. We both knew she was kidding, there's no way my mom would hit me with a spatula or would she?

  "Mom!"I whined.

  "We still have to talk about your actions," she says. Oh, I thought that was all in the past no wait a minute I totally forgot about it. "Do you think I'll let that slide?"

"What did you do this time?" Jake sighs almost chocking on a laugh. I bit my lip trying to contain all that laughter I was holding in for some reason.

"She fought with a teacher physically!" My mom shouts. He gave me a look and I tried to keep my expression serious. I never told them the reason why I fought with the teacher and I'll probably never will. Jake for some reason can tell whether or not I'm hiding anything.

  "Mia you're in you're in High school you should know better ..." he sighs. "I'm sure your mother will find a perfect punishment."

  "Oh I already have," my mother nods her head. It can't be that bad I thought to myself, I can endure anything. "Are you ready because you're going to work for the cosmetics store I opened in Florida." Can I take that back?