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A Bad girl Gone good

Novel By: sassy231

When I was five years old I stole a Barbie doll from the Toys R Us down in the suburbs. Now, most kids would get a stern lecture on how stealing is wrong, and maybe even get a good spanking. But when I stole, my dad was perfectly okay with it, he was actually quite proud of me. You see, my dad doesn’t have the best paying job; so whenever he wanted to buy me or my mom something nice he would have to steal it. He kind of turned into the neighborhood thief. But here in Allendale Heights stealing was considered normal, and it wasn’t bad compared to what most people did here; selling illegal drugs, murders, prostitutes, you name it, we have it.

I liked growing up in the heights; it was home to me. A few years back, when I was in eighth grade my parents got a divorce. My mom got tired of my dad’s old games of stealing and wanted to live a better life so she moved to the Allendale Suburbs. The town of Allendale was where everything was prim, proper and perfect. You would never guess a place like that was right around the corner from a place like this. People in Allendale Heights didn’t exactly get along with people from the suburbs; they hated us and we hated them. My school and Allendale Prep were huge rivals; and it was more than some high school rivalry it was more like a feud. In a matter of fact, the suburbs and the heights in general were in a huge feud. The people from the suburbs thought we were horrible people. And we thought they were stuck-up, snotty and full of themselves.

Little did I know I was going to become one of them... and even worse fall in love with one of them… View table of contents...


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Submitted:Nov 18, 2012    Reads: 44    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


My heart started to beat faster and faster as I ran out of the mall. I could still hear the alarm ringing. "Get back here young lady!" a security guard's voice shouted while running after me.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Was I worried? Of course not, I've done this a million times before, I was a pro. I made a quick turn behind a huge dumpster.

"Shi-it, I lost her. This is Officer Jones, it seems that the girl with the stolen Prada bag got away; over and out." I heard the security guard say from the other side of the dumpster. I waited until I couldn't hear him anymore and skipped over to my crappy, old car with the brand new Prada bag that I just got a five finger discount on.

I woke up the next morning to a gun shot; nothing unusual here in Allendale Heights. I put my long dark Latina hair in a pony-tail, and got dressed in my favorite black see though shirt over my black bra, my black skinny jeans and my dcs, then ran down the stairs for breakfast. "Morning Papi." I sang to my father, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I started to make myself a bowl of cereal when I heard police sirens driving towards the direction of the gun shot.

"Good morning mi hija. Did you get Sabrina a gift for her birthday?" my dad asked in his thick Latino accent. "Si, Papi. Last night I got her this. Can I borrow that machine to take this off?" I asked, pointing to the while pin the stores put on expensive items. "It's that drawer." I inhaled my breakfast and grabbed my backpack for school.

"See you after school Papi!" I hollered, about to walk out the door. "I forgot to tell you, your mama wants you to visit her after schools." I groaned, "Aye, okay Papi."
I lit my cigarette after getting out of the car.

My best friend Sabrina came running towards me, "Happy Birthday!" I exclaimed handing her the present I stole last night. "Thank you, Santana! It's gorgeous!" I gave her a huge hug, moving my cigarette out of the way. "Want one?" I asked. She nodded her head and I lit one for her.

"What do you want to do after school?" she asked pulling her long blonde hair out of her face. "I can't do anything after school

my mom wants to talk." She laughed, "Have fun in the suburbs. Just promise me your skin won't turn orange." I laughed along with her.

We walked into homeroom together. I spotted my boyfriend, Tyler from across the room. "Hey babe." he addressed. I sat on his lap and he kissed me on the lips. Our homeroom teacher walked in, "Santana and Tyler for the last time no PDA in homeroom." I rolled my eyes and went back to my seat. "Santana, how many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in here?" she complained. I threw out my cigarette and went to my seat. "Where's Andre?" she asked. "Miss Carlette, didn't you hear? He shot old man Wilkins and the police brought him to the slammer this morning." Tyler informed her. She rolled her eyes and continued with attendance.

Yep, this was my life and I was perfectly happy with it. Too bad things wereabout to change, big time...


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