A Bad Girl Can Be Good For a Guy
Ch. 1
“Ms. Lexington,” the judge looked down at me, “This record isn’t helping you right now. Let’s see…Car theft last year; Now vandalism?” She shook her head. “You’re lucky the school isn’t pressing charges.”
“It was a mere prank, your honor,” I heard my lawyer say.
The judge lifted her hand. “Your client knows that that locker was not her property. She is not authorized to ‘decorate’ her locker.” She used air quotes.
I wasn’t listening anymore while my lawyer and the judge bickered back and forth. The memories flooded back into my head. A group of my friends and I went out to give the school our own senior prank. Spray paint cans were scattered along the linoleum hallway. The group of us stared up at the array of colors on the lockers in front of us. Class Of 2007 shined in the light from our flashlights. “Okay let’s go!” I whispered and ran towards the parking lot. I had to lock the doors while my friends sped off in their cars. Sirens blared as I got in my car and tried to turn the key as quickly as possible. They circled my car. “Of course,” I mumbled as an officer came towards me. He began to question why I was here this late.
“Would you buy that I forgot my pencil?” I plastered a cheesy smile on my face and held my pencil proudly in the air. The officer shook his head as a female officer came over with our spray paint cans in a Ziploc bag. “You should know the drill by now, Taylor” He handcuffed me and stuck me in the backseat of his car.
I still can’t believe I was the only one to get caught.
Here I am, in court, being given 100 hours of community service rather than jail time. My sister keeps sighing from behind me and leaning over to fix the stupid business suit she made me wear.
“Court dismissed,” the judge bellowed as she hit the gavel against the top of her bench, “100 hours of community service as a camp counselor for the Lakewood Camp for Teens.”
I groaned as my sister, Aimee, and my lawyer escorted me out of the court room. “Shoot me!” I mumbled as I stumbled in Aimee’s heels as we left the court house and walked to the car. Aimee was saying something about me being lucky for not going to jail. We drove home to our small apartment. I live with Aimee because she is my legal guardian due to our parents being chronic alcoholics. I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since they entered rehab which was a year ago.
“Pack up, Taylor. You have to leave to go to camp first thing tomorrow morning!” Aimee yelled to me while I ran up the steps to the door. “Yeah, yeah I know,” I said as I pulled out my key and opened the door. I kicked off my shoes and walked to my room. I turned on my radio and CrushCrushCrush by Paramore blasted through the speakers. I sprawled across my bed and stared at the ceiling. “So much for my summer vacation,” I grumbled to myself. I sat up, hoping that I would have a sudden urge to start packing but I stayed seated on the bed. I closed my eyes and after a few moments, stood up. I found my suitcase and rummaged through my drawers. I packed an endless amount of tank tops, shorts, flip flops, and swim suits. I had finished packing two large suitcases when I became tired.
“Good enough,” I yawned as I laid on my bed and pulled the blanket over me. My eyes closed slowly and I drifted off to sleep.
