We walk around town for hours. It can't be that late. I pull my phone out of my pocket and read what time it says on the screen. SHIT! It's 8pm already.
"Oh my gosh!! It's already 8 o'clock!! My mum is gonna absolutely FREAK!!!!!" I exclaim, starting to panic. Rochelle and Shayana look at me like I'm a mad woman they have never seen in their lives.
"What's the big deal?" Says Rochelle calmly. "Just calm down, your mum probably doesn't even know you're gone!"
"Yeah, you're right," I say, reassured.
We keep on walking and then Rochelle and Shayana take a sudden turn down an alleyway unfamiliar to me. As we walk deeper in, I begin to smell stale beer and cigarette smoke. The smell is so strong it makes my eyes water and my I get a strange feeling.
"Um...Guys, I think we took a wrong turn..." I whisper to them.
"Oh trust us, we know where we're goin," says Shayana. But I didn't trust them at that point. Skeptically, I follow them making sure to look around me for any smugglers. We reach to the dead end of the alleyway and there is a strange man propping his foot against the wall. He is dressed in a long black coat with black shoes and a black hat which covered most of his face, apart from his thin lips. He exchanges a few quiet words with my two friends. He then hands them a package with messy handwriting on it. They turn away from him and beckon me to follow them out of this alley.
Rochelle turns to me and says: "Let's go to the park near my house." Both me and Shayana agree and we begin make our way there.
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When we arrive at the park, we sit on the swings. I take off my hat and put it on the ground. I begin to swing but I hear a tearing noise. It is Rochelle opening the package. I stop swinging to have a peep at it. When she unravels it, I notice that she is holding a pack of cigarettes. She takes three out; she holds one in her mouth and hands the other two to me and Shayana. Rochelle reaches into her bag and brings out a lighter. Firstly she lights her own, then Shay's and before I can detest she lights mine. I examine it and I take a hesitant puff from it. It surprisingly is really calming and I take a few more puffs from it. I could get used to this...
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Little Rebel
Teen FictionThis story is about a girl named Rachael Crosby who is 15 years old. She turns into a very unruly teenager and frequently disobeys the rules of her parents and everyone else around her. But will her rowdy ways lead her onto the wrong path?
