Hey fellas. This is my second story so far. I hope you like this story. :)

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You Ain't Bad – started December 21, 2014.

Note added January 21, 2021: just as a disclaimer to new (or second-time) readers, some of this story will not be accurate to real American life. This is because I was 15 years old (2014-2015) when I wrote this story, and I am not from America so am not fully educated on what it's like there. If I had time I would edit this to be more accurate. However, I have a super busy schedule outside of Wattpad so apologies if this story is silly or unrealistic in places! Thanks for reading. :)

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Hey, I'm Becky Costello. I attend Montclair Prep School And Community College in Gary, Indiana. Currently, I live on my own in a normal, everyday apartment. I'm single; no kids; just friends in my life. Family? Nah. Not seen my brothers in years; as for my parents, well ... I'll explain later. School life isn't bad; I'm rather popular and have a lot of friends.

Much like those cliché stories you read all the time, or in those movies about the average guy or girl that you often see, I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. Ugh, how I hate that annoying beeping noise it makes.

Today is Monday. AKA, the worst day of the week, which causes you to growl in anger when you see it on the calendar. Oh, what fun.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stare at my continuously beeping alarm clock. Slamming my hand on top of it to turn it off as I do every morning, I then walk slowly into the bathroom.

I brush my teeth, do my hair – the typical morning routine. I don't wear make up, so that gives me some free time.

Finishing off in the bathroom, I saunter into my bedroom, before placing a red shirt over my head, and sliding my arms in the sleeves, closing my eyes to rest them. I put a pair of blue denim jeans on after, and my high top trainers.

I grab my bag from the post on my bed, before running downstairs. Coming into the kitchen, I grab a cookie from my cookie jar, then I grab my coat from the coat rack and head out the door.

Let's walk to school today.

I head down the street, waving to a few people I recognise as I go, also eating my cookie. It's not too long before I finally see the rusty school gates and sigh.

Yay – another day of school.

As I enter the gates, I immediately find my best friend, Emma, so I walk towards her.

"Hey, Em! How ya doin?" I ask, placing the last piece of cookie in my mouth and fist bumping her as she giggles.

"Cozzy!"

She calls me that because of my surname: Costello.

I chuckle. "Have a good weekend?" I ask.

She sighs. "Not so much; Mark and I argued," she tells me.

Pitifully, I rub her arm. "Aww, what happened this time?" I ask.

She grasps a lock of her black curly hair and twirls it round her finger. "He found out I was talking to another dude. We're just friends, so I don't get what his problem is!" she replies.

My eyes roll in frustration. "Maybe you're better off without him," I say.

She stares wide eyed at me. "Girl, I can't stand him at times, but he's so ... damn! I could never dump his ass when he's that perfect!" she giggles.

Once again, I roll my eyes and slap her arm playfully. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" I joke.

"I said, beat it, punk!"

We hear a loud, angry voice scream behind us, so we turn around to find Daniel Waters, lead member of the senior gang of all gangs, "The Jax", growling at a young 12 year old high school student.

God, the members of The Jax are brutal. They don't like being messed with. They don't take nothing from anyone. You accidentally breathe on them and you're dead, that's how bad they are.

Frustrated, I sigh. "They think they're so hard, don't they? They think that they can just take over the school; that they can do what they want cos they think they're scary. It annoys me," I rant.

Emma chuckles. "Girl, when you're angry, you're really angry aintcha?" she asks.

I nod. "Yeah, it irritates me. If they ever decide to mess with me, I'll show them. They ain't bad. They ain't nothin'," I reply.

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Hey guys! This story began on December 21, 2014. This note was written on June 3, 2016 – almost a year and a half on. I'm currently re-editing the story for the second time, because I'm still not satisfied! I hope you'll enjoy the rest as I go on! :)