I never thought that those two words will have such an impact on me. I’ve always been what any parent will called a good girl: excellent grades at school, well-behaved, never smoked, never got drunk, safe at sex. But the tag didn’t mean anything, and being a good girl was not a goal but just how I was, how I was raised and expected to be.
And now I’m walking around a new world, and a good girl is all I want to be. The two words became a reward, an indication that I followed through, that I tried something and enjoyed it, that I completed one more task.
However, at the same time, I wonder that not being a good girl will bring. So it is like walking on the edge, waiting to see if I fall left or right, if I get the gratification or my first punishment.