And When She Was Bad Novels & Stories

But she was getting better in this aspect. She could tell if someone was just trying to use her or get cozy with her. She would consider those people to be bad though it was getting better. She now had a grey area though it was meant for those she didn’t interact with. She was smart enough to know when others were pretending and when they weren’t but she still had some childish concepts. She could act when she needed but only for her own benefit. She was quite a selfish person.

What bad things must have happened to her? She wasn't done yet. "I guess bad things just happen to good people except I'm a bad person who in the end is only human tryna live like everyone else is." she said quietly muttering the last part to herself. "God would never cheat you Teqs." He replied, sitting beside her, watching the waves push the ocean current. She laughed humorlessly, "I was only twelve when my life crashed right in front of me. I never did bad things except if stealing cookie from the jar when I was six was counted, so why would I go through shit in life?”

Her unconventional choice had worked first time, why not again? She nodded at me, screwed up her eyes like she was thinking hard, and then opened her mouth. Her voice this time was very high and sharp, but clear as a choirboy’s. I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem Bring your girls to the crib maybe we can solve iiiiiiiiit

I stood there looking at my ex-best friend, wondering how did we get to this place where we cannot stand each other? I remember all the good times that we had when we were young, I always consider us as sisters. Now all I see is an evil bitch in front of me, I know that our friendship no longer exists. We are now enemies I cannot stand the sight of her and her pathetic ass friends. When I look at her, I get disgusted and want to have anything to do with her.

It was a gift, and she only used it for bad days. She wandered into her bedroom with Sara tagging along. “Sara it’s been a bad day all the way around. I am in a mood for no magic or evil shit. You and I will curl up and watch N*****x together and fall asleep on the couch for the rest of the night.”

I answered her stupid and repeating question. “No woman can tame me.” I firmly said and munched down on some fries. She stood up and faced me. “You are the worst person to ever exist in this world. You are the worst person I have ever met!” She screamed and some people were starting to look at us and whisper. “You will suffer, I swear on my life that you will suffer in the end! Karma is real and she’s a b*tch. It will get you soon so better get ready because you will face your doom.” She cursed.

Why did she even show up at all? I sighed in exasperation as I bit my teeth in regret, walking out of the room and packing the broken vase as fast as I could. She was raged and I saw that in her eyes. I wondered what she would think of me at this point because this would only add up to her thoughts about me being a bad person. I knew I wasn’t a saint but then with Amanda, I always wanted to be the good guy and I hated it. “Does the moon goddess only want her to see my bad side?” I asked myself silently as I felt a pang in my heart.

she finally found her voice again, “I had a bad experience about it and now I hate ice cream” “But you didn’t tell me” his voice was filled with uncertainty and Audrey sighed before moving over to him. “Baby” she cupped his face, “we have been apart for months and in these months, a lot changed that you don’t know about but the main thing now is that I have a bad experience with ice cream and I don’t want to take it anymore. “I am sorry to have brought it okay?” He spoke up, “you should have told me though” “I am sorry, okay? I wasn’t expecting you to bring me an ice cream by the way”

I hadn’t expected to get so close to her, but our friendship had blossomed over the past few months, and I genuinely looked forward to our ridiculous, silly chats. “I’ve been thinking,” she began with a dramatic sigh, her eyes wide with intensity, “men are terrible. The worst! Just absolutely no good, no good at all!” She took a sip of her coffee and shook her head vigorously. “They are like… uh, those things that destroy your life, but you don’t know it is happening until it is too late. What do you call them?” “Time bombs?” I offered, grinning widely at the absurdity of the comparison.

Bad Ismena, very bad girl. Rising from the bed, she reached for the room phone and ordered some hangover tea. She's feeling surprisingly good this morning, too good. Wasn't her chest burning the night before? Her meds have finished too. Double-shit, way to go reality. Always here to ruin her happy moods.