Freedom Fighter

Chapter 1

I wandered the streets, trying to find a way to school that didn't take thirty minutes, my feet throbbing in my black combat boots, reminding me of the night before. Just as I got used to walking, a flashy silver convertible pulled up along side me, the windows tinted so black they were almost illegal.

The window slid down to revel my smiling best friend, mirrored sunglasses, black leather jacket and all, blasting rap music so loud that I wondered how he wasn't deaf already.

"Alex!" I cried as I leaned through the window and embraced him, not caring about all the weird looks I was receiving from people passing us on the street.

"Hey, I'm here to take a Mademoiselle Danny to school, have you seen her? She's very lady like, loves to wear pink and bows - Omphf! Just get in the car, Dan." Alex groaned, clutching his arm where I had punched him, muttering something about violent people these days and how everyone was picking on Alex.

I laughed and got in the passenger seat and we sat in comfortable silence as Alex drove down the winding streets toward school, both of us in our own memories.

We pulled up in the parking lot of the school, instantly drawing the attention of the entire student body, making Alex smirk and loose the thoughtfulness.

"Alex-" I was cut off by him grabbing me by the waist and pulling me onto his waist and pressing his forehead to mine, and, from the outside, it looked like we were passionately kissing, "You just love the drama, don't you." I laughed as the students outside gaped at us with shocked expressions.

"It is very addictive. I've been trying to transfer here for ages so within the term I should be going here." I smiled at his words, truly happy.

"Okay then, Prince Charming, I'll see you at three fifteen. Love you." I climbed off his lap, grabbed my bag off the seat and opened the door.

Alex, being Alex, waited until everyone could hear him before yelling to me, "Love you too, Danny!" making me laugh, turn around and blow him a kiss.

"See ya, Alex!" I called back before turning around and walking to the neatly labeled OFFICE, ignoring the whispers of the kids around me.

The small room was taken up by an island that served as a desk for an older lady with greying hair and a nose that curved up slightly. The walls were a light yellow and the furnishing was mostly wood or red, the carpet a dull shade of grey.

"How may I help you?" she asked looking disapproving of my combat boots, tattered black jeans, mirrored sunglasses that I'd stolen off Alex as he'd 'kissed me' and top that read, in very small print; if you can read this, you are about to get hit.

I rolled my eyes at her, disgusted at how easily she could judge me, "My name is Danielle Miller and I need my schedule." pause, "Please." I added after a second thought, just as Alex roared away, honking three times at the office before racing out of the lot, leaving shocked students in his wake.

Great.

That was sure to make her love me.

Not.

I smiled at her politely, "My, ah, boyfriend, can, be, a little rowdy when he wants to be. Sorry." I explained.

Alex pretending to be my boyfriend was just something we did whenever we went anywhere because Alex just loved to ward boys off me, and what better way to do that then be my boyfriend?

At least that's what he said anyway.

It was okay with me because, apart from Alex, I didn't usually talk to or touch boys-friends or otherwise-not after what happened to me and it was easier to get them to piss off when you had a six-foot-two boxer boyfriend.