What happens when a bad girl at heart is forced to be a good girl. Sooner or later the bad girl will break free.
The Good Girl
Chapter 1- manners
Turn the other cheek, kill them with kindness, smile and the whole world smiles with you, if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all, treat people the way you want to be treated, assuming that everyone wants to be treated nice and kind, with inane conversations and ridiculous rules to abide by. My whole life I have heard it. No matter what, always be nice and kind. The translation? Let people walk all over you, because you are never suppose to say anything mean. But inside, inside there is a voice that makes snide remarks, wants desperately to hit someone and wants more than anything to get laid. That's not what nice girls do, they wait till they fall in love and get married. If you wait until then, you never have to worry about not looking like a good girl because the accidents that happen to bad girls, well you get the point. Just another of my mother and fathers lectures. Don't get me wrong, they are nice people. They treated me right, took care of me, all of those things. It's really hard to be someone that you are not. Especially when you know at a young age that you are not what these people are trying to turn you into.
I was that kid, you know the one who played show me yours. Only I didn't show mine, I ran and told on the little boys that fell for it. It was great fun at the time. I wanted to be sexy at seven. I didn't understand why I couldn't be. My parents thought and still think that they spared me from any of the horrible things that happen to children sometimes. The things that cause them to be scarred for life. You know what I'm talking about, anyway, they didn't. I want go into what happened, it is inconsequential now. The point is, for all my parents know and see, they never saw that they had a bad girl on their hands. It was always the same. After the years of drilling the information into my head, I constantly had her voice telling me what to do, even when she wasn't there. Everything I wanted to do I didn't do because of mom's words.
Now Harry would say that my choices are what made me a good girl. I don't know if I agree with that. If I'm still thinking like a bad girl, thinking of all the things I could do and desperately wanting to do them, I just don't see how I'm a good girl. Harry, you may be in Gryffindor, but if you think like a Slytherin, you are a Slytherin. One of my muggle friends that I sometimes confided in said I was all talk. That I would never do anything and that is why I am a good girl. Maybe, I'm not sure.
The problem is I can feel this person wanting to get out. This person who drinks and smokes, has piercings and tattoo's. The person who seduces people and gets to actually have sex. The person who doesn't care what anyone else thinks and does what makes her feel good, what makes her happy, and if that includes popping Pansy Parkinson in the eye, then all the better.
A/N: I'm not quitting any of the others, I just had a new idea and had to go with it.
