Welcome to the Bad Girls Club. My name is Stacy (don’t call me “basic”) and as the queen of rebels, it is my duty to turn good girls bad. This is exactly how I have been feeling lately. I have officially convinced myself that I am subconsciously being dragged into this rebellion by none other than myself, the queen of “bad girls”. Why? That is the one question that later my mom would tell me never and should never have an answer. “Just accept it sunshine”. Yeah, okay mom, but the more I recollect the more I see the truth in her words.

My mother and I have pondered upon many possible theories for my “acting up”. However, I like to stick to one universally known, so anyone can relate to my story. Simply, these are my teenage years and I will live and make mistakes. The thing is, the Bad Girls Club showed me that these mistakes can reach a certain breaking point. Where it just turns into me testing my parents and losing all their trust. So here is my memoir of the major experiences I’ve had while in the Bad Girls Club. Just a quick FYI before the story begins, I have never had so much fun in my life. So as much as this is a lesson to fellow teens and myself, it is also reminiscence of what I feel was pure ecstasy.

Skinny Dipping? Must I educate anyone on the dictionary definition of this word? I hope not. I feel that this event was my “gateway drug” to all the upcoming events. It just really showed me that I have power to live. Of course, it made me want more.

Summer before sophomore year of high school, my good friend Kevin and I mutually decided we were going to sneak out Friday night. Man oh man, this would be my first time sneaking out of the house. I felt no pressure whatsoever from this boy because I wanted to do it just as much as he did. The butterflies were there and the bad girl in me knew it was time to get wild. The clock hit twelve, the text message “I’m behind the garage”, and the front door was already readjusted for my convenience. My plan was going perfect, so far. I managed to make it out the front with minimal noise. Kevin with his stupid Californian grin greeted me with a “hell yeah! You ready?” and offered a piggyback ride down to the park. I obediently hoped onto his back and he hauled me down the path with the street lamps flickering behind us. Sexual tension? Maybe. Thank God he made it to the field, I am thin but don’t worry, I got some meat in me. Kev playfully threw me onto the grass and wrestled his way next to me. Movie moment coming up ladies and gentlemen. As we both stargazed to the sound of Bob Marley playing off his IPhone, I suddenly interrupted “Yo, what if we went swimming?”. Trust me ladies, a boy will never say no to that. I have a community pool right next to my house, so it took us about five seconds to climb the fence into the pool. Illegal, completely, disturbingly illegal, I know. There we look at each other. Both of us probably think “screw it” and strip down to our underwear. Splash! We are in the water and in each other’s arms faster than you can say crazy kids. Keep in mind, I have never made out with a boy so this for sure would be interesting because my body knew what was coming next. However, it wasn’t the kissing that I adored but the touching. My goodness, both of us with slippery, wet and sweet skin in a pool. Best feeling ever. Then, I think I heard my guardian angel whisper in my ear because I knew something was wrong. I told Kevin I had to go check my phone just in case my parents weren’t onto me, which I seriously doubted. What do you know, twenty-five texts from Papi and fifteen missed calls from Mamasita. “Kevin, you need to run the other direction from which we came from”. He kissed me good-bye and like the rebel inside him, he ran as fast as he could. I put my clothes back on, climbed the fence, and ran to the middle of the field, which was apparently where both my parents were happily awaiting my arrival. I could hear my mothers sobs and fathers vulgar language half way there. This was going to be a long night. If hearing your mother cry isn’t enough to wish you were dead, then what my father said was a complete shock to my system “ ****it Stacy, I was your age too once! Either your stoned or you **** got laid! Which one!”.

This took everyone a while to get over (my parents wouldn’t even look at my for the longest time) but eventually the trust came back and all love was restored. Now this next hoorah that earns me my bad girl badges was not so long ago. It was my first concert, more like rager, and my parents allowed me to go. I called up all my party buddies including Kevin and we all got tickets to Steve Aoki at The Rave in Milwaukee. I made kandi (special concert bracelets) for everyone and the day finally came! I would like to write this event as if it was happening in the present because honestly I just want to relive everything I felt. So here we go.
“Hey Mar! Toss me the water bottle!” I shout across the room where Mariana and Lydia are rolling in glitter. I catch the water bottle and take a huge swig of whatever rotting tequila I managed to sneak out of the basement. Everything is ready for the concert and we are just waiting for the boys to come so we can all pre-game together. My nails are hot pink, my makeup is a fusion of purple and blue, my crop top is tight and I feel like a mermaid from all the glitter. The doorbell rings and I extremely gaily skip down the stars to open the door for the bachelors of the evening. “You ready!” I ask. “Let’s do this”. As we wait for my uncle to come and drive us all the way to Wisconsin, Lydia and I convince the guys to lets us spray paint their hair. Of course, me being in the state I am, accidently spray a little toxic in Kevin’s eyes. I hear the garage open and without any hesitation we all sprint to the car. We’re already late and we have a forty-five minute drive ahead of us. It’s okay though; the car rides are where all the bonding happens. Let me tell you, about every five seconds a flash blinds me and a million scandalous photos are taken of God knows what. “Guys, I just ask of three things out of you all, no drugs, say no if someone offers you their drink and please stick together”. Thank you Mr. Pastor sir.

We’re at the doors! I’m shivering like an Eskimo. After all, I’m half naked and there is snow on the ground. Into The Rave we go. Damn, I have never seen so many boobs in my life. The girls are dressed so provocatively but honestly I love it. Boobs really put on a party atmosphere. Us girls get past security no problem but the guys on the other hand are having some difficulty. We look over and all we hear is “Check these two good”. It’s because Kevin’s friend, Jake had gum in his pocket. Maybe they thought the gum was laced with coke. The bass is pounding through the walls. We follow the music and it leads us to a grand arena looking area where lights and people all become one. Linked arm in arm, we enter and wiggle our way to the middle of the crowd. The people around us are so nice. Either they are all genuinely happy or high. I look to the left of me and this good-looking guy without a shirt offers me his blunt. I smile but then turn back around because I can’t believe that just happened. I can get anything here so easily it’s not even funny. Hey, at least we are all here for the music. When I look to the left of me, a small crowd is passing around a tiny zip lock bad filled with white powder. They each lick their middle finger, dip it into the bag and rub the contents on the gums of their teeth. Ecstasy, not a pretty sight for your parents. All I can feel is sweat and people all around me. My dehydration level is going up faster than I thought it would. “Oh great, where the hell is Jake and Mariana?” I shout over the music. “I hope they’re together!” Lydia shouts back. God, I just want the main act to appear so I can get lost in the music. That’s when the lights dim and people’s cheers turn into vibes. I get up on Kevin’s shoulders and I am flying. The Asian Jesus has come to reincarnate me. A feeling like this is one not many can experience. Being on his shoulders is like being on top of the world. I control the crowd with the swaying of my arms pumping to the beat with my head back facing the heavens. I don’t need drugs to be high. I bend over and kiss Kevin on the lips just out of pure joy. I belong here. Steve Aoki is insane! He gets a cake out and throws it in the crowd in front of us! The lucky chick that got nailed instantly got a million people around her to try to lick the cake off her face. I love it. The music doesn’t stop hence the beating of my heart doesn’t stop. I’m sweating buckets, dying of dehydration and getting grinded on by strangers. This one freak comes up to me and gives me a big hug, I accept it. As I said, we are all one here. Now the tears, the last song, and the last climax of emotions that is too grand for any words out in the universe. You just gotta feel man, you feel? The show ends and I can already feel the post concert depression settling in. We had back out to where my uncle should be waiting. “We have to do this again”. “Home skillet, no doubt”. We get home and I manage to convince my mom to allow the boys to sleepover. Once everyone is asleep the guys come upstairs and we reminisce of that evening until the sun is peaking through my curtains. Never forget.


It’s not that I’m a bad kid. Honestly, I think I’m very well off. For I know I have found balance and peace in my soul. Deep, but so true. I’m into that hippie life. Of course, we all have those days where we sit in the corner rocking back and forth wishing someone were there to hold you, to love you. I say those days are essential. We learn what its really like to be at a low which helps us grow and connect with people. The thing I’m still debating is Kevin. We’re both stupid but happy and I think that’s what attracts us most to each other. Guess I’m just going to have to flow with the river on this one. As for being a bad girl, looking back at some of my experiences, I can confidently say “hasta la vista baby”. I did what I needed to do. It’s out of my system. I know that now I need to sit on my butt and focus on school and family. The bad girl will always be in me but the good girl holds everything together. She knows what’s right. This phase of my life taught me so much. The number one thing is to stay true to you. Don’t let anything or anyone influence you. Most importantly, to all my dear readers, embrace the bad girl within, she knows how to have fun.