A/n: I'm back! and I have a new story! The poems that I wrote were just to keep you guys busy until I managed to finish the first chapter of this new story. I hope you all enjoy it, because it's a new thing for me to write this way. Have fun! And please don't forget to review!!

P.S. The title of this story might change. If you have any suggestions, feel free to tell me.

Good Boy, Bad Girl

Chapter One.

“Happiness. What does this word make us feel, or see in our minds? To some, it may bring back memories of the good old days, but for the rest, it could bring jealousy. Happiness could make them jealous of others, since their lives aren’t as good as the rest. For those people, what they could see in their mind, as happiness, is food. Homeless people: for them, happiness is warmth, shelter, food. For others, like the kids that sit alone at tables in the cafeteria at school is to be joined by others and make friends.”

Our teacher droned on about happiness. I could seriously give a shit. Why would I give a fuck about happiness? Nothing happy happens to me. All the bad stuff that makes me have a police record. Yes. You heard me, a police record. Armed robbery, assault and more stuff that I’m too lazy to list. My classmates were either staring blankly ahead, thinking about sex or drugs; others have their heads on the arms, sleeping. Am I the only one that is paying attention? Maybe. But do I give a fuck? No.

Hold up. I think some one’s calling my name.

“Rose!” My table mate whispered, shoving my shoulder lightly.

“What?!” I hissed. I was more content on talking to myself in my thoughts.

“What are we doing?” Her words were mumbled and almost incoherent. Obviously, she decided to drink before class.

“He’s talking about happiness.” I put emphasis on the word he. You probably realized that we don’t participate in class. We’re more like, there in body. Our minds are always else where in all of our classes.

“Rosalie,” started the teacher. I immediately rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the fatso who is a so called philosophy teacher. “Can you tell me wh—” Just as he said that, the annoying two low sounds used as a bell sounded through out the school. I, of course, never use this proverb but I’ll say it now: Saved by the bell. I sighed heavily as I stood up, grabbing my ripped bag from the dirt covered floor. A guy strutted over to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Wasn’t that an extraordinary class?” He asked, pressing his lips against my neck. This, of course, is my boyfriend David. “It made me think of you which made me horny.” I pushed him off me, rolling my eyes. David kept trying to get me into his bed, even though we’ve been dating for a month.

“David. Go fuck yourself.” I said and walked away. This is my very original way of saying: “leave me alone, I’m in a bad mood”. David stared after me, then shrugged and headed off in the other direction. I should seriously dump his sorry ass. He’s been trying to get into my pants too often.

I pushed open the door leading outside and saw a group of people huddled near another door at the far end of the school. I walked over and stood next to a man who had black hair and green eyes. He was fairly tall and was extremely nice. One of his hands was in his pocket, the other holding a lighted cigarette.

“Hey Rosie,” he smiled and held out another cigarette for me. “How was philosophy?”

“Completely boring and uneventful.” I smiled, taking the offered smoke. I placed it in my mouth and took out my matches. I lit it up and inhaled deeply. “This feels good.”

“Been a while?” The man from before said, himself taking a drag from his cigarette.

“I don’t know what compelled me to try and quit. You should’ve stopped me, Michael.”

He grunted.

“Don’t use my full name, please, Rosalie.”

“Only if you don’t use mine.”

“Deal.”

I smirked and remained silent, finishing my cigarette a few minutes later. I dropped the butt to the ground and pressed my foot upon to squish it.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I said to the few who remained and walked back inside the school. Of course, I might as well go to my class.

I walked up the stairs and back into the main hallway. Grey lockers lined the walls and garbage littered the ground. There were people that sat around, molesting each other. It was by there own will, of course.

………………………………………….

I sat in the back of the car, two others sitting next to me, and another two up front. The lights were off, and we were invisible. A box was being passed around and when it reached me, I knew what was inside.

Guns.

Do you have an idea why we’re here? We’re going to rob a bank!

No we’re not… We’re robbing a convenience store. We’re slowly working our way up. Next is a grocery store. Then it’s the Bank.

I took out a small .44 out of the box, and checked the bullets. It was loaded. Good. Now for some extra ammo in case we’re caught in a bad position. Which we never are of course.

“Rosie. You go in through the back with Sean.” The driver spoke up. Of course, he pairs me up with the person who sucks the most. I grunted as a response, opened the door, and headed towards the back of the store. Sean caught up and started babbling.

“So, what are we doing? Are we going to rob this store?” The boy asked. Yes, I consider this person a child.

“No. We’re walking in with loaded guns and merely asking where the nearest bank is. Why the fuck are you even asking that question?!” I replied, hitting the back of his head. “Now shut up, and be ready for some action. Stay behind me.”

“Did you know that cabbage rolls make you ghetto?” Sean whispered, quite stupidly, might I add, to lessen tension.

I stopped short.

“Yo, guy, shut the fuck up.” I raised the back of the gun. “Or I’ll knock you out.” That wasn’t an empty threat. I despised this child with a burning passion.

Thank God, he stopped talking.

I peeked in through the window of the door, and waited for the signal. A few seconds pass then my cell phone buzzed twice.

Time to move in.

I motioned Sean to follow me into the storage room, pulling down the mask over my face. I heard the door click shut behind me. Good. At least the moron had the sense of mind to make sure it closes quietly.

“Give me all the money!” I heard the same voice that was in the driver’s seat.

“Please don’t shoot me!” Oh, we won’t shoot, we’ll fire. Corny, I know. I opened the door that led to the back of the store and walked in, followed by Sean.

“Give me all the money and we won’t kill you!” Another voice said. It seemed that the person talking was having a blast.

I walked up next to them and placed my hand on top of one of the guns.

“Come on guys; be nice to this old man. You’re scaring him to death.” I smiled sweetly to the clerk, faking that there was a nice person amongst our mist. The men holding the guns knew about my tactic. I turned around and headed into an isle. Sean stood in the back with another man, this time holding a large bag.

I took the handle of the refrigerator door and pulled it opened. I bent over and looked at the bottles. Pop. Pop. Pop. Vodka! I grabbed that bottle and placed it in the school bag I had on my back. I grabbed the rest and stuffed it in. I whistled a bit and then turned back to the counter where the clerk was shaking. I looked at one man who was holding the cash he had taken from the register. I sighed and made my way over again.

“What did I tell you? I told you not to scare the poor man.” Both of the guys turned their head towards me.

Our attention being pulled away, the clerk grabbed something from under the counter and brought it up, and pressed it against the back of my head.

The barrel of a gun.

I stopped dead, fear written over my face.

“Move, and I shoot her brains out!” I whimpered quietly, the two others just stared at me.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Sean crawling closer to the counter. He stopped a few ways away and raised his gun. His eyes flickered to me, which I took the time to try and tell him no with my eyes. Of course, he never listens to me without a threat. He shot. I ducked.

Another shot was heard, then another.

I looked up, and all I saw was blood.

Blood on the ground at my feet, blood on the food. I felt myself gagging. Some one was dead.

“Let’s get out of here!” Yelled the man from before. Everyone rushed out, leaving me standing alone in the store. Sirens could be heard in the distance.

Sean was laying in a buddle of his own blood, a bullet hole in his face. I turned and faced the clerk. He had a gunshot to the side of the head.

Half of his head was missing. I gagged again.

I felt someone grabbing my arm, pulling me out of the store. I felt myself being pushed into the back of a car.

That’s all I remember.

……………………………………………

Why the hell is my head hurting so much?

I place my hands on the sides of my face and groaned. I heard movement near me and decided to try and open my eyes. I pried one open slowly, the bright light making it hard to see anything.

“You’re awake.” A muffled voice said. I turned my head in the direction of which the voice came from.

Of course I’m awake. What would you think I am, dead?

“Apparently…” I said hoarsely. What happened to my throat?

“Don’t talk to much. You’ve been getting sick a lot lately.” That explains it. Wait. I was barfing when I was out?

Nice.

“Here. Drink this.” I felt something hot being pushed into my hands. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Smelt lemony.

I took a small sip. The hot water was scalding. I coughed lightly and extended my hand which held the cup.

“The hell is this?” My voice sounded better already.

“Hot water and lemon.”

Ah.

“Why are you making me drink this?”

“It’ll help you with your throat.”

I opened my eyes and stared at the girl who told me that.

It was Angela. Daniel’s girlfriend. Daniel was the driver of the robbery and the leader of our little gang.

I snorted.

“I’m fine.” I sat up and swung my legs out of the bed I was in.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.” If you could call it that. Where I live, the cops had to keep an eye on it at all times.

I stood up and grabbed my bag filled with the bottles of vodka and headed out the apartment.

A/n: Well, there you have it. The first chapter of this story in First Person View. I hope you enjoyed it. I won't be posting the second one until I get 5-10 reviews.

Lub,
Moi.