A/N: Welcome everyone to my new little one-shot. I won't say anything about it because that would be too nice of me. -Cackles insanely- And I'm feeling rather evil right now. All I can say is that I hope you all enjoy it. It might be a short one-shot, I'm not entirely sure yet. If it is short, than I'm sorry. If not, then yay!
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She was always known as a good girl and honestly that label just pissed her off to no end. Yes, she was a good person. Made fantastic grades and all that jazz but for crying out loud, putting that damned 'good girl' label on just made it seem like she could never do anything wrong. And that was an outright lie. Normally, good girls don't lie about certain things to their own parents and she's done that too many times. Why? Because they wouldn't understand.
That or they'd think that she was making the whole thing up. She honestly wouldn't blame them for that either as it seems so unreal to even her. Kinda strange since I've survived pretty every strange supernatural, demonic encounter that I've had so far. But, it would be a lot easier if she didn't have to worry all the time. Or have that damned label following her everywhere she went. None of her friends ever called her that…well he did. At first. After she knocked him out a few times he learned not to call her that anymore. Good thing as it honestly did get on her nerves to beat the crap out of him all the time. Although, anymore a good smack upside the head seemed to do the trick if he got too out of hand. Saved up energy in the long run as well.
Probably got off track here a little bit, but she wasn't too concerned…until some idiot that she went to school with—no, no, it was a teacher that once again referred to her as a 'Good Girl'. Gods, it drove her nuts to be called that!
Makes me sound like a dog, she thought bitterly as she sat in class, trying not to slouch. She's never done that, but there is a first time for everything. Of course, if one more person calls her that there's a good chance that violence will be coming to the one who gives her that label again.
Her eyes darkened when once again that label came out from the teacher's mouth as she answered another question. Gods, at this rate people would find out just how mean she could actually get. Bastards would learn fast not to call her that. Damn, if her boyfriend were here to hear these thoughts he would be very proud of them and of her that's for sure.
She snarled, glaring hell at the teacher who seemed a little taken aback at the look on her face. "Please…don't call me that. I am not a 'Good Girl'." Not with the life that she was living or whom she was dating. Sure, she could be responsible, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's a good girl.
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A/N: Another one of those one-shots where you have to figure out whom in the hell I am talking about. Pretty easy to figure out if you ask me. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed and I'll see you all in the next chapter. Bye.