Once upon a time, in a city far, far away, a young girl lived in the hood. Her mini-skirt sat low on her hips and her figure-hugging boob-tube quite obviously showed off her glinting belly-button ring. The largest piece of material that covered her body was her red half hoody that amazingly covered both of her arms. She ruled the town, her name, Big Red.

“Mum, Please let me go to this party. I’ll be with all my friends.” Big Red pleaded.

“That’s the part that worries me, and any way not when you’re dressed like that. It’s inappropriate and provocative.” Her mother said, un-budging.

“Fine, but I hate you!” Big Red screamed as she ran down the hall and slammed her bedroom door.

Being the rebellious teenager that she was, Big Red had no intention to give up the fight that easily, no intention of changing her clothes, and definitely no intention of staying home when the biggest party of the year was going off. All she had to do was wait.

With her head pressed against the door she listened for the distinctive sound of her mother going to bed or settling down in the back lounge room.

Now would probably be a good time to mention Big Red’s impressive IQ of 48. And sitting on the floor with your head against a door when your maximum attention span is 10 minutes isn’t all that easy.

After 10 minutes she left her place feeling like she’d waited for hours. She quietly opened the window and jumped. Being the half-wit that she was she had misjudged the distance and promptly face-planted into the ground from a meter and a half, a first story window.

As she ran up the street, her mother stared out the living room window, watching her daughter with worry and disappointment.

Big Red ran through the streets, stopping at every corner and struggling to remember the way to her friend’s house. When she arrived at what she thought was her friend’s house, she confidently walked up the steps and knocked.

Meanwhile back home, Big Red’s mother, Mrs. Redolf was getting gradually more worried as she watched Law and Order: SVU about her rebellious daughter. At breaking point she frantically called the only person’s number she had; her daughter’s boyfriend.

“Jason, is that you?” Asked Mrs. Redolf frantically.

“Yes, who the heck is this?” Jason asked confused.

“Mrs. Redolf, is Bianca there?”

“What, um, no, why?”

“She snuck out 45 minutes ago. And, well, you know she’s not that bright.” She said getting gradually more agitated.

“I’ll call her, got to go, Bye” With that Jason was gone as he ran to the front of the house.”

“Red, Red, Where the heck are you?” Jason said as he waited for her to pick up her mobile.

“Help!” Her voice came through, “Some guy is trying to pull my top off.”

“Red, it’s Jason, where are you?”

“I’m at Jess’s house, you know number 56.” With that the phone cut out. Jason looked around.

“No, it’s not, it’s number 65.” he said dejectedly to no one.

Jason ran up the street, counting as he flew past each house. When he arrived at number 56. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stared at the door. From outside he could hear screams, there was definitely something going on inside. Only problem was the solid oak door, keeping him from being the knight in shining armour. When the door didn’t work he tried the window, but that was locked too. So instead he used his forearm to break the glass. He bolted up the stairs, jumping three at a time, following the sound of the screams. Then he crashed through the door.

What he saw wasn’t pretty, clothes were strewn across the floor, and there was a broken reptile tank on the far wall, and ripped Star Wars posters on the walls. And that was not counting what was on the bed. He ran over and pulled the guy away from his girlfriend by the shoulder. He then proceeded to punch the guy squarely in the nose, who promptly passed out. Gathering her fainted girlfriend, into his arms, he quickly dressed her then carried her back outside.