Rebel

I looked at the short girl in the mirror:

Brunet hair parted in the middle

Brown or green eyes

Dark eye liner and mascara

Plump pink lips

Tight pink long sleeve crop top

Semi dark high waisted skinny jeans a little ripped

Black high top Convers.

Junior year in a new hell. Oh I'm sorry, high school.

I walked down stairs. I can't wait to hear what mother dearest has to say about my outfit. She wants me to be perfect like my older sisters, but that's not gonna happen.

I walk into the kitchen to grab my bag. My mom is focused on her frying pan.

No reaction today. Boo.

As if she read my mind she looked up. She gasped and dropped her spatula.

I smirked. Yes just the reaction I needed to tell me I looked good.

"What do you think you're wearing?"

"Clothing mother dearest."

"Go change."

"Na I'm good!" I call as I strut out of the kitchen.

I hopped into my black pickup truck. I turned the key.

Nothing.

"Piece of shit." I mumble.

I turn the key again and it goes.

I arrive at hell and park.

I get out and heads start turning. This school looks prissy. How the hell am I supposed to find friends?

Oh well!

I walk into the hall and more heads turn. This should be a fun year.

I walk to the office where I get my schedule and a lecture on my outfit from the office.

I start to walk to my new locker when I'm thrown into a wall my things fall. I'm pinned. Remain calm Charles, It's just some jackass.

I stare into piercing green eyes.

"Aren't you a cute little freshman?"

"Fuck off man!! I'm a senior!" I push him slightly. He pins my hands above my head.

Keep calm Charlie.

"Don't make a scene," he whispered in my ear.

"So your a senior?" He whispers.

I don't do anything; move, make a face, I didn't even breath.

"Come on babe, answer me." He pressed harder in my wrists.

I whimper which makes him smirk.

"Harry!" Someone calls. He removes his hands from me.

"Hey lads." He says to the four new guys.

I bed down and grab my things.

"Who's the babe?" One asks. I scoff and walk off. "I'm non of your babes!" I call.

I walk down to the art room.

"Hello! You must be Charlotte!" Says what appears to be a little to perky of teacher says. "It's Charlie." I state. "Oh I'm sorry! Well you can pick anywhere to sit!"

I look around the room and spot an empty seat next to a girl with blonde hair and neon pink underneath. I walk over and plop down next to her.

"Hey," I say.