I take as many puffs as I can before the cigarette completely burns away. I pick up my hat and put it back on. I say my goodbyes to Rochelle and Shayana. Walking fast, I finally reach my house. I go through the back door and before I fully enter, I check the premises to see if my mum is lurking around. She not there so I proceed towards my room. She doesn't seem to be around at all. Turning the door knob of my bedroom door, I remember that I had locked it from the inside. Instead of going to find an alternative route to get in, I boot the door until the lock gives away and breaks. I close back my door and I sprawl out across my bed. Feeling drowsy, I drift off.
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I am awoken by a phone call. I must have been sleeping for a while, as it was now dark. It is Rochelle calling me.
She says: "There's a party at Daquan's house tonight. You totally have to come!" I could hear loud music and the sound of people having a great time in the background. I tell her that I would soon be there. I leap up from my bed to go and brush my teeth, as the smell of stale cigarette smoke has lingered on my breath. I go back to my room and slap on as much makeup as I can. I rummage through my wardrobe to find my short party dress and black suede high heels. My attention is also drawn to a diamanté embedded purse, in which I put some perfume, money and makeup for later on in the night. I check the time and it is 10pm. Not wearing my heels yet, I run down the wooden stairs of my house. I see my mum sitting down watching our new 55 inch TV.
" I'm going to a party mum," I say directly.
" Rachael Annita Crosby, how dare you speak to me like that! You are not to leave this house!" orders my mum sternly.
"Well I don't care what you say, I'm going anyway!" Before she can stop me, I storm out of the house, shoeless. When I get far away from the house, I put on my shoes and continue to make my way to party. Constantly I have to keep pulling down my dress because it's so short. I finally reach at Daquan's house. When I go inside the atmosphere is bopping. Everyone is dancing, the drinks are flowing and the music is blazing. I glance around and I spot Rochelle and Shayana standing with a few cute boys. I squeeze through the crowd and go to hug them. We dance for hours on end.
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Later on in the night, I begin to talk to one of the boys that were with the girls when I had arrived. His name is Chris. We speak for a little while and before I know it he is carrying me upstairs. We go into Daquan's bedroom and Chris gently lays me on the bed and goes to lock the door. He comes back and takes off his belt and jeans. He then pulls up my dress to my ribs and takes of my pants. I suddenly feel something very strange in me and I knew what was happening.
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Little Rebel
Novela JuvenilThis 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?
