Hilly POV :||

Fuck this.

I grab my leather jacket, and walk out the door. My leather boots hit the mud, as I stomp to Teddy's house. I pull out a cigarette, and take a deep puff of it.

I'm Hillary Duff. But I go by Hilly. I'm a Teddy Girl, and proud of it. I like leather jeans, and leather jackets, and leather boots. I like my jet black hair down, swaying by my shoulders. I skip school all the time, and sneak to Teddy's house to listen to Elvis or someone like that.

I'm pretty mean. I fight all the time. Don't mess with me. I've taken down men twice my size. Hell, I'm only 5'1 and weigh 95 pounds. Proves that tough things come in small sizes.

I make my way down Penny Lane, and pass John Lennon's Aunt Mimi's house. That woman is a bitch, straight up. I shake her off my thoughts, and take another puff of my ciggy. I hope Teddy has the beer, because that's just what I need.

You may be wondering why I'm so ticked, right?

Well, my dumb as fuck parents wanted me to settle down, and be a grown ass woman. That's not me. I can't be a fucking grown up yet. No way. Teddy is lucky because her parents understand her. My parents think I'm a nut. That's because they don't want to take the time to understand me.

If they would only listen to me, maybe they'd give a horses ass. I arrived at Teddy's house. I stomped out my ciggy, and knocked on the door.

Written By Chandler.