Hey everyone! I'm back with a whole new story-sorry for not updating The Midnight Man. (This is due to my lazy and over-worked brain. Thanks a lot EsmeraldStar16's brain.) I know I said I was going to update it this week, but being a procrastinator... Maybe on Friday? Anyways, Tired of Good is a story that came to me on a sleepless three a.m morning... Or was it one? I can't remember. Anyways, I decided to write it down in my T.S.J: Top Secret Journal. I showed it to my sister, who said, "It's good. Though when are you going to write my story?" (I didn't answer.), and to oz101 (Guest. If you're reading this, one thing I'll say-Tobecky 4ever!), who said it was good as well. So yeah, here you have it. If these first chapters go well, then, I might keep on writing it. *spoiler alert: there may be some Percy Jackson references in the next few chapters* If not, then I will keep on writing it-just on my T.S.J though. As usual, reade, I sincerely hope you enjoy, and please review! :D
Chapter One: Good to be Bad
They looked at me expectantly. "So is it true?" My parents asked me.
Was it true that I left the house after curfew when my parents went out for the night? Yes. Yes it was. "No," I lied. "You can even ask TJ. He was here too, and he can assure you that I did not step out of the house, not even once."
"TJ!" My mom called out. He came rushing down the stairs.
"Is it true that your sister left after curfew when your father and I out for the night?"
"N-no." He laughed nervously. "She didn't."
"Hmm. Then Otto must've been mistaken. Oh well, Becky, TJ, time for bed."
As soon as we were upstairs and out of our parents' sight, I patted my brother on the head.
"Now that's a good little boy." I told him.
He gritted his teeth. "I had no other choice. It was either this or that."
I smirked. That was me telling Mom and Dad that he brought his girlfriend over meanwhile they were gone. (I had the misfortune of walking in on them when they were making out.)
I took out a ten dollar bill from my back pocket. "Take her out tomorrow for an ice cream or whatever. I heard it's going to be hotter than hell tomorrow." I said handing him the bill. He took it.
"I liked you better when you were Miss Goody Two-Shoes."
"Well, you have to get used to the new me TJ, whether you like it or not."
"I hope you choke on your spit meanwhile you sleep."
"Love you too little brother." I said to him. "Love you too."
He walked into his bare-walled room. He had thrown out all the Wordgirl memorabilia when he had found out that I was Wordgirl. Well, he thought it was cool at first. But he later changed his mind when I changed.
I changed when I got tired of being Miss Goody Two-Shoes. Of being a wussy little good doer. So I changed- for the worse.
I walked to my room and laid down on my bed. Next week, Wordgirl 'leaves' town. Then I'll be free to do whatever the heck I want. I smiled. It was good to be bad
A/N
Now for a short poem:
Roses are red;
Violets are blue;
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Robots Forever,
Esmerald-I'm-Quite-The-Poet-Aren't-I-Star16 signing off