Bad Girls

Rayna is an All-American Girl. Except for the fact that she got kicked out of three private schools, knows all the police officers in the local overnight jail by name, and can pick a lock in twenty seconds or less (seriously, time her.) Her parents are sick and tired of her when she comes home with a tattoo, and her to a reform school. In Australia. Upon her dramatic arrival, she meets 3 boys, a bitch, a best friend, and a boy that will change her life forever. On top of all that, she gets arrested. Bad Girls are Good Girls that got caught. AGAIN. <<The boys are not famous, but they are bestfriends>>

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3. Bad Girl

Actual story time! Everytime you see something completely bold,italicized, AND underlined, it means it is and authors note/introduction to the chapter. Sorry if this seems overly professional, I just like organization. Let us begin. We are still set in the United States at this moment .

 

 

"SHH! You're gonna get us caught Markey!" I whispered as my footsteps fell silently and his fell like a ton of bricks.

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Do you think death by trophy is considered murder?" I said as we passed the trophy case.

Yes, the trophy case.

Like, at a school.

"Yes, Rayna it is still murder, not like you care about anymore jail time though."

"SHUT UP." I whispered, "We're on a mission."

"I think I found it!" I said as my hands slid along a wooden door.

I pulled my backpack around to the front of me, and ripped out the spray paint.

"Mr. Floyd. Eats. Ass." I said, writing it on the front of the door, as I finished my masterpiece, though, I heard footsteps coming down the hallways, more than one pair. Then a flash of light flickered.

"Cops." I mouthed to Mark.

"Run," He mouthed back. 

Now, I'm a trained professional at silent running, walking, chewing, ya know, the works. Mark is not. Everything he does sounds like a horse.

So we ran. And ran, and ran.

But sadly, it did not do us any good. As I turned around after not hearing the volcano eruptions of my friend any more, I ran smack dab into

McDabney.

Get it? I ran smack DAB into McDABney? You know what, come on people! I'm about to get arrested.. again.

He picked me up by my elbow, yes my freaking elbow, and dragged me to the cop mobile.

 

After we got downtown, I'm so funny you guys, I was ambushed by my mother, who had notified the police of my missing, and normally you have to wait 48 hours, but when I'm missing, it can't be good.

So, my mothers eyes bore into the back of my head as McDabney threw me into the holding cell. I grabbed the little chair and pushed it right up by the bars, sat down and crossed my legs.

My mother pointed her finger at me threw the bar, "You have no idea how much trouble you are in this time Rayna Skye Robinson."

I held my palms up to the ceiling and smiled.

"Oh no, you aren't gonna flash your dimples and get out of this one. There are consequences and repercussions on this one, don't you fret." She said as she clicked her heels up to the counter.

"What's bail?" She asked Martha.

"A thousand," Martha said from her chair as she filed her nails.

"A thousand dollars for a 17 year old girl?!" she turned to me and pointed her finger, "You've got it coming to you little girl," she said as she turned to get her checkbook.

"Writing another check for the delinquent, I see," seethed Jefferey, Chief Of Police.

"Yeah, Yeah Jefferey. We all know that last donut gave you indigestion, but why don't you go spit your shit elsewhere, yeah?" 

"RAYNA YOU CANNOT KEEP DOING THIS, THIS IS NEW ORLEANS, DO YOU WANT TO GET SHOT?!" My mother wailed from the counter.

"Okay, you paid bail, can I get out now, thanks." Martha walked over to the cell and unlocked the door. I walked out and pulled my half Nirvana shirt down

"Gee, thanks." I said. "Mom, can we go?" 

"Yeah you can go. You'll be back." Jefferey said.

"Ok, Janitor of The Year." I snickered. 

"I AM CHIEF OF POLICE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He screamed as my mother and I walked down the steps of City Hall.

"You are leaving New Orleans, Rayna." My mother said as we got in the car.

"WHAT." I said.

"You're leaving America, actually."

"What the actual fuck mom."

"DONT YOU DARE CURSE ME YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT ALL THE MONEY IVE WASTED ON YOUR BAIL AND NEW SCHOOLS, YOU ARE MOVING TO AUSTRALIA TO ATTEND A BOARDING SCHOOL IN WHICH YOU WILL GO HOME TO YOUR GRANDMA NELLIE'S ON HOLIDAYS BECAUSE IF YOU COME BACK HERE, AMERICA, YOU WILL GET YOURSELF KILLED RAYNA." She cried as she pulled into our drive way.

"When will I see you, mommy?" I really do love my mother. I couldn't deal without her, if what she's saying is true.

"I will come to Australia to see you every holiday break." 

"I don't wanna go mom, I'm sorry. I'll do better!" I cried.

"No you won't Rayna. I know what the streets do to you. What it did to your father. Don't be another statistic on the news! Go to Sydney, ladybug. Make something of yourself." She said as she started to cry.

She pulled herself together as she said the words that altered my life forever.

"You leave tonight."

 

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