Good Girl

They aren't the popular boys of the school that everyone is fascinated with. They aren't the star football players or the highest placing students. They're a band who is trying to prove to themselves and their parents that they should be allowed to leave school to pursue their dreams. I, however, am not like them. I am a high honor roll student, who only focuses on school work and my job. I don't have time for these boys, I'm a good girl. Though, as they might say, "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.".

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1. Prologue;

I've always been the type of girl who stays to herself. This sort of lifestyle is not something I chose on my own, but something I embrace now, as I have been raised up in it. My parents have never allowed me to go out anywhere on weeknights- unless I'm going to the local library to type a paper, as my parents don't believe in technology in the household, or I'm a part of a group project, in which case the group members would always have to come here, per my parents insistence. On weekends, I am allowed to go out with my friends, have sleepovers with my girlfriends, and on a special occasion go out with a boy who might have asked my parents permission.

My school record has always been spotless. I haven't missed a day of school since the sixth grade, when my grandfather passed, I've never had any detentions, and my grades have never been below a 100% in any class. This all going back to my parents rules of staying home every night and studying, when I don't have work.

So, naturally, the outcast pop-rock band kids of the school are not who I was destined to be friends with. The stars for me had not aligned that way. Although my parents had always loved Luke Hemmings- the neighbor boy, and the beloved head of this band- they do not love his music or his friends.

I guess it can all be fated back to the day when my parents insisted that I go to Luke's house and talk to his mom about the boys being quieter and maybe practicing at one of the other member's houses once in a while. I guess, my parents aligned me with the drummer boy, as much as they had tried to keep me away.

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