Rebellious

Year Nines

~Chapter Six: Year Nines
Roar_Jungle ©~

As my obnoxious cousins bound into my 'room', one of them rips open the curtains. The dull glow of the street lights barely light up the room. You can clearly see the inky black sky that has stars dancing across it.

Another day, with year nines, my allergic reactions to Lala and skipping class. Oh what fun!!

"Come on lazy arse. Time to get up." Jai says as he throws my uniform at my head, of course it hits me square in the face. My hair is everywhere, its tangled and like a lion's mane. Probably worse.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. Just wake me up in six hours." I mutter before rolling over and burying my head beneath my pillow.

Someone's hands, might I say they are very cold, latch around my ankles and pull me across the warm mattress.

"That was extremely rude." I say with a scowl.

"That was extremely rude." Luke says while screwing up his face as he mocks me. Jai is trying to hold in the laughter and I can see he is struggling.

"Fine you know what. You win. I'm up. I'm fucking up." I grumble while getting up from the floor.

"Good. Hurry up." Luke instructs as he closes the door behind him and his twin brother.

Boys.

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The shrill bell that signals the beginning of school whines throughout the school. The typical cliches separate and go their different ways.

Now I'll tell you this, I've never been in a clique before. I've always been on my own or not at school. There's no in between.

You have the Cheerleaders, the Jocks, the Nerds, the Stoners, the Goths, the Emos etc, you get what I mean. Now there is one clique I missed out.

The Fan Girls.

The girls who scream at any given moment and make your ears bleed. These particular 'Fan Girls' are Year Nines. The wannabe sluts, the wannabe populars. The ones who never part their phone. The only important piece of technology in their fucking lives.

And it's my lucky day. Of course I have to be walking near my cousins and his friends. Of course those fucking turds came closer to us. Of course they were whispering and glaring and whimpering.

"Give me a fucking break." I mutter under my breath as a girl with ginger hair approaches us.

"Be nice." Jai whispers before he smiles at the girl.

You've got to he fucking kidding me. The girl has eyeliner almost as thick as mine on, eyelashes so dark they look fake. So much foundation on I can't tell if she's pale or really tan. Bright pink lip gloss make her lips shine in the Melbourne sun.

Her skirt barely covers her arse. Damn when I was year nine I was never at school. Now I'm year 12 and flunking each subject. Oops.

"Can I please have a picture with you Luke??" The girl asks in a baby voice. Oh hell no.

"Excuse me baby cakes, but you've got to get to class and we've got somewhere important to be." I intervene. "Do you want some make up wipes. I have some in my bag. You've got something on your face." I say as I lean in and squint my eyes.

The girl looks horrified at my insult. Should be bitch.

"Run along now turd. Be careful though, the wind might be a bit cold across your arse." I add as embarrassed expressions are permanently set on their faces.