Goody Two-Shoes

“BAM!” I screamed, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER!”

I was just trying to dry my hair after my shower but now my pale skin and burning red hair was completely covered with baby powder. I should have known that little prick would pull something like this, he loved to piss everyone around him off, expecially me.

I heard him come dashing up the stairs, his heavy feet stumping up. He was probably upset he missed his little prank happen, but seeing my face seemed to satisfy him. I had a scowl on it but it was probably hard to take me seriously when I smelt like a babies butt.

“It's not funny Bam,” I hissed, picking up the hair dryer he had filled with baby powder and threw it at him, his body quickly dodging the contraption, “you're buying me a new one.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” He calmed himself but kept that shit eating grin on his face, “Dunn just called, told me there was a party tonight, you should come.”

“Bam, you know I don't drink.” I stated, grabbing a rag from the bathroom counter and whipping my face clean of Bam's little prank. I'd have to re-wash my hair too.

Bam and I have been best friends since Kindergarten, well actually he was pretty much in love with me back then and I hated his guts. He used to follow me around on the playground just being absolutely awful to me, pulling my hair, teasing me. It wasn't until around 5th grade we became friends, though the torments still continued, even up until now, at the grand eighteen years old.

Bam had dropped out of high school and I was currently a senior going to school everyday. I gave him the 'you need to finish school' speech so many times, but Bam never liked listening to me. Je was to busy going out, getting drunk, getting high and doing stupid stupid stunts. Bam just liked to do the exact opposite of what everyone told him. He loved getting himself into trouble and he absolutely adored messing with people.

Everyone at school asked me why I was friends with Bam, I was miss goody to-shoes, I was one of the nicest girls in school, everyone loved me, got voted prom queen, student council president, captain of the dance team, I had everything going for me and yet I still hung out with people like Bam Margera and Ryan Dunn. The biggest low lives in West Chester Pennsylvania.

The answer; Bam and Ryan didn't know me as Mrs. Goody Two-Shoes. They knew me as Aston Iris, the girl who was abandoned by her parents as a baby and was now being raised by a rude couple pushing me to get A+ grades and making sure I NEVER got into any trouble. If it wasn't for my parents, I would probably be just like Bam and Ryan.

My parents absolutely loathed Bam and Ryan. I understood why though, they were bad influences on me but I loved them regardless. Without them, my life would have been so dull, I'd feel like a robot all the time. With them, I could let my guard down, laugh a little, tell them about all my problems, have someone to listen to me. They weren't like anyone else, they weren't my friend because they wanted something, they were my friends because they thought I was a blast.

“You need to learn to live a little Ash,” Bam stated, coming up behind me and wrapping his arm around my waste. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his bright ice blue eyes staring me down through the mirror in front of me.

“You know alcohol and I don't mix better than anyone Bam,” I laughed, recalling the time I threw up all over Dunn at a party, leading to Dunn upchucking and Bam making fun of me for three months straight.

“True but it'll be fun, what is one day to just forget?” Bam gave me a pout and I sighed, lifting my hand to rub my head.

“If I go to this party, I want a solid month of no pranks. Not a single one.” He pulled back, holding out his hand for a handshake. “Deal.” He muttered and I turned around to face him, taking his hand for a shake. “And promise me you'll keep an eye on me.” Bam nodded, a grin on his face.

“Cross my heart,” I smiled at him, ushering him out so I could get in the shower for the second time today.

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I woke with a start, my body was covered in sweat and my throat was dry. My head was aching with the side effects of a hangover. I looked at my clock, it's red letters blinked, informing it was already 10 A.M.

“Mommy,” I looked up at the brown haired little girl who was tugging at my blankets, a sigh slipping from my lips. “I'm up baby.” I said back, pushing the covers from my body and standing up. Dizziness rushed over me. It took me a few seconds to blink it away before I smiled down my little girl.

“Come on mommy,” Aurora grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room of our very little and cramped apartment.

“Are you hungry Rori?” I asked stumbling into the kitchen, she muttered a 'yes' I could barely hear. She had probably been awake since 8 or 9 and here I was sleeping. She could have be off doing something stupid, getting hurt or in trouble.

I was so thankful Rori was a good girl, she rarely broke the rules. She was a smaller version of me in high school, she just hated getting into trouble. I changed though after getting pregnant with Rori, everything fell apart for me and breaking the rules became my second nature.

I quickly made up breakfast as she sat and watched TV, getting myself a glass of water and aspirin while I cooked, hopping it would calm my hangover.

I brought Rori's food out into the living room with a glass of milk. She happily munched away at her bacon.

I frowned as I noticed the news was on, a report of another murder victim was reported only a few blocks away from where we lived.

I moved here to New Jersey when my parents kicked me out of the house, it wasn't the best neighborhood but it was a home. I had been living on the streets for a solid month while pregnant with Rori before I finally met an old man who felt pity and gave me a job as a waitress at his restaurant. I got this small little hellhole, had my daughter and have been living here for the past five, almost six years. It's been hell but it was all worth it in the end. I just wished I could give Rori more than this shitty little life.

“Rori, you shouldn't be watching this.” I quickly grabbed the remote, turning on cartoons. She was six years old, she should be watching Spongebob not listening to news reporters go on about murders.

“It's sad,” Rori said, looking down at her plate.

Rori may have only been six but she was one of the smartest little girls I had laid my eyes on. She understood so much, things she shouldn't understand, like death. She loved watching the news even though I would scold her every time I caught her watching it. She was too young to be hearing about things like this.

“I have an idea, why don't we go shopping today? Get you a few new things huh?” I asked, a big smile on my face.

“Yeah!” Rori smiled big, hopping up and declaring she was going to get ready. I followed after her, entering my room, changing out of my pajama's.

“MOM!” Rori screamed and I laughed, knowing she probably needed help. I walked into her room to see her head was stuck in her shirt. I walked over and quickly helped her pull it over her head. She gave me a big smile and I helped her put her socks on. We walked into the living room and I ran a brush through her hair, putting it up in a pony tail than followed suit with my own.

I grabbed my car keys, ready to leave, just as I was slipping on my shoes the phone began ringing, putting us on hold for a few minutes.

I hardly ever got phone calls, so I figured it was important. I asked Rori to hold on a second and went to answer it, hoping it wasn't work.

“Hello?” I answered with an unsure tone.

“Ashton?” The womens voice on the other line sounded distressed.

“Mom?” I asked, my heart suddenly dropping into my stomach, I hadn't spoke to my mother in years....Why would she be calling now?

“Ashton, oh thank god, Ashton, it's your father.” I felt my fingers tighten around the phone, what happened? Why would this bitch of a women be calling me?

“He's not my father.” I bit back, anger rising inside me. Six years, six years ago she kicked me out when I came begging for her help.

“Please Ashton, you have to come home, Aston, he's dieing.” I took in a sharp breath of air, my eyes closing as I tried to figure out my thoughts.

“Why should I care?” My voice was soft, “he didn't care when I needed him.” It didn't matter how bitter I was trying to sound, I knew it wasn't working. The fact of the matter is, I did care. These were the people who raised me for eighteen years after my real parents left me.

“Aston, he wants to see you. Please.” She was begging, I could tell just from the cracking of her voice that she had tears streaming down her face. I let out a sigh, I was not expecting this to happen. Why would he want to see me? “Please Ash.” I closed my eyes, bitting my lip.

“Fine,” I chocked out, “but I don't have anyone to watch Rori.” My voice was soft, I looked at the little girl standing in the door way, watching me with worried eyes.

“Is that your child?” I nearly hung up the phone, ready to completely forget about even coming. The way she said it, with so much bitterness in her voice.

“Yes Mom, Rori is my daughter and she is the best thing that has ever happened to me so you can just FORGET about me coming home if you still can't accept the fact that she's here!” I screamed, Rori cringed. I never yelled like this, not even when she did something really bad.

I hung up the phone and brought my hands to my face, tears beginning to stream down my face. I slid to the floor and Rori came running over.

“Mommy? Mommy, what's wrong, please don't cry. Mommy!” Rori pulled my hands away from my face, she looked like she was on the brink of tears too.

“I'm okay honey, I'm sorry.” Rori wrapped her arms around my neck, placing her body in my lap and squeezing me tight. “Mom, was that your mommy?”

“Yeah Rori,” I whispered, grasping her tightly.

“Why did you yell at her? Do you not love her?” Rori pulled back, looking me square in the eyes with her big blue eyes.

“No Rori, I don't. But I promise, we will never be like that okay? I'll never let you hate me.”

“Maybe your Mommy doesn't want you to hate her either. I hate you sometimes too, when you yell at me but your just worried. I don't mean to worry you and maybe your making your Mommy worried.” I felt my throat knot up, if only she could really understand. “Maybe you should talk to your Mommy.”

“Will it make you happy Rori?” I asked her, she nodded quickly and I let a sigh slip through my lips.

Rori got up and grabbed the phone off the counter before handing it to me. I hit redial and Rori grabbed my hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Hi Mom.” I whispered as she answered the phone.

“Ashton, I am so sorry. I just, I haven't seen you in six years and I....I didn't know you were going to have that baby.”

“I'm coming home and I'm bringing Rori with me. If you do anything to upset her, anything. I can promise you, you will feel so much pain.....” I paused, not sure what to say.

“Please Ashton, I want to meet her.”

“Anything Mom and I am gone.”

“Alright.”

“We are going to pack, we'll leave tomorrow morning.” My mother started crying, exclaiming how happy she was and than we hung up.