She's A Rebel

Chapter 1: New school... Again.

Jasmine's pov

We pulled up in front of my new school, again. I was getting tired of this crap. I looked at the other people walking in the front gate of the school. I sighed and rested my hand on the handle of the car door ready to pull it when my mother spoke up in a slight slur and a grimace.

"Jasmine you can't keep doing this. After this it's boarding school" she said trying to be some what responsible for once. I scoffed and pushed the door open walking out. I kept walking until I was in the main office. I did all of the needed and extremely boring things I had to do and wasted about half an hour with my locker and walking around the empty halls in no real rush to find my class. I had only passed a few students and got some questioning looks.

I walked in what I thought was the right direction and accidentally ran into someone. Without looking up I walked passed them muttering annoyed and colorful words at them. I wanted nothing more than to leave but this was a new school somewhere else. I have no idea where I am or how to get to where I need. Annoyed I walked into my classroom. I gave them my slip and sat in the back not giving a damn what they were saying. I blocked out anything being said and ignored the curious stares from my judging class mates.

And this is how all of my classes went through out the day. Everyone avoided me, something I was used to by now. My facade sent people away. I've heard what they have been saying. They said I'm trouble, I'm reckless, I'm a burn out, I'm unwanted, that I'm the 'bad girl'. People's talk spread quick and I have already heard hundreds of versions of the reason I got kicked out of my old school. People are ridiculous. I was beyond ready leave.

It was lunch break and I was getting annoyed by all the stares and whispers and I had all ready flipped out on one girl. I walked out of the school, not caring where I was right now, I will find my way. I looked around trying to find a sense of direction. I should have payed attention when she dropped me off this morning. I walked in what seemed to be the right direction and kept walking until I was somewhere I was firmiliar with.

I finally made it to the place I call home and walked up the pathway into the house. I did a round around the house and found it empty. So I went upstairs and threw my stuff down by the desk in the corner and picked up the laptop, taking it with me where I sat down indian style on the bed with the laptop on my lap. I had about and hour to kill until Ian got out of school.

I didnt realise how long it had been until I heard the door slam down stairs. Ian was home! I watched the door way waiting fo him to come in. He walked in and looked up at me, I waved with a smile as he kicked off his shoes and plopped down on the bed next to me.

"Hey babe. Didn't like the new school?" He said jokingly. I chuckeled and shook my head.

"No, not very much" I muttered. He sat with me for a moment before he got up and sat at the desk. While he did his school work I played music and messed around destracting him most of the time.

"Come on Jasmine!" He groaned "I really have to do my work now" He said after I had successfully destracted im for over 2 hours. I continued to sing at the top of my lungs while I danced around his room totally ignoring what he had just said. "Thats it!" He said and before I knew it he had tackled me onto the bed and was on top of me limiting my movement.

I new what was coming, I moved my hands as fast as I could to my sides but he took them and pinned them under his knees. He started tickling me and I was begging for mercy."Will you let me do my work now?" He asked and I pouted but then nodded. He got off of me and went back to his spot at the desk.

"Jazz are you going to go home ever?" He asked and I pouted.

"Are you kicking me out?" I asked in a mocking tone.

"No, of coarse not but I'm just saying" He said and I thought about it. I really didnt want to go home but I knew I had to eventually.

"Fine." I said with a sigh as I got up and started to put my shoes on.

"I'm sorry babe." He said. I had gotten used to him saying this quickly but many people questioned if we were in a relationship and we brushed them off. "But we are all meeting up sunday." He said in a happier tone.

"Thank jesus!" I said and I gave him a hug goodbye before leaving and making my way to what I know as hell not home. I walked slowly in no rush to get there at all. once I did get there I walked up the front steps dreading the moment I opened the door. I took one more deep breath and opened the door immediatly getting hit in the face with a gust of cool air the stank like alcohol.

My mother was passed out face down on the floor next to the couch with an almost empty whisky bottle next to her. I looked around and saw other empty bottles scattered the down stairs and by the fridge there was a puddle with broken glass in and around it. I didnt take another step forward before I turned and went straight to my room and shut and locked the door.

I don't care about my mom and I absolutely hated it here. Ever since the divorce she has been a wreck and she completely forgot or belittled me. She was an alcoholic, a cheater, a liar, a bitch, an monster on the inside and out and all together a terrible excuse for a mother. I am only counting the days before I leave this place and never look back.