Rebellion (Student/Teacher Romance)

Rebellion [1]

Hey Everyone, so this is my second try at a book as we all know my first one didn't go to far or well. I all want you to keep reading this one all the way to the end. I may not be brilliant but I try my best at writing story's. There is some langue in this book so please be a where, if I offend anyone with anything I say in here I am truly sorry. I dedicate this book to ALL my friends, but mostly Perri because it was her's, oh and Mermaid. I hope you enjoy......

Chapter One

I woke up to a annoying voice yelling my name "Ryder, Ryder! Wake up now!" I woke with a start. I looked up to mum shaking my shoulders. "What the hell woman! What are you doing?" She looked at me, then frowned. "You need to get up now if your going to your new school" I looked at my clock that was next to my bed on my bedside table. "It's bloody 4:30 in the morning!" She looked at the clock, then back at me. "And, you need to pack up your room, remember you are going to a boarding school." She left my room.

Gosh. I hate my parents for doing this to me. Why did they have to send me to a flipping boarding school in California just because I punched a teacher and kicked her in the stomach a couple of times. I looked at the clothes I had to choose out of for me to wear today. I went with my white tank top that had a stud skull in gold, my deep red ripped designer denim shorts with gold studs on the right side. I made my way to the bathroom to have a shower quickly. I let the hot liquid run down my body, this is one of the best things man has made, showers.

I got out of the shower and looked at my reflection. I looked at my grey stormy eyes, then my dark brown hair. My hair is mostly straight but it has a curl or two some times. My teeth were straight and perfect. People would ask if I had braces and I would always say no, it's true I never needed braces.

I had just above my top lip a beauty mark and luckily it wasn't a big one. I am tanned, I have a pink stretcher in my right ear and a normal earring in my left with two more in my cartilage. I was lucky I never got pimples really. I put my outfit on. I put some eye liner and mascara on and left my hair naturally down. I put on some spiky brackets to match my outfit.

I started to pack my carry on bag with my stuff I couldn't bare to be without. I slipped on my lace up black wedges and packed the last things away. As soon as I was finished, I dragged my bags down the stairs and trust me it wasn't easy in high heels.

I dumped my bags by the front door and headed to the kitchen. I walked straight to the fridge and got myself a bottle of water. "Honey you know it's for the best right" I looked at my mother "that's what you think" she looked at me like I had three heads. "Please, it will help you." I scoffed "like bloody hell it will" she frowned "stop with the language."

Gosh I hate her sometimes like seriously come on she has to remember who she talking to. "But this is the language I speak" I smiled at her telling her I won this and for her to back off. "Ok I am leaving you people" I walked around the island and grabbed a pear on the way.

I got all my bags and put them in the car with difficulty. The guy drove away from my home and to my prison. Great.

~~~~~ 7 hours later ~~~~~

I had one more turn and I was there. I turned the last turn and onto a dirt road. It lead up to my prison. Well it looks like a prison, thanks mum. It has a big grey wired gate that was open, it had a big brick building in the middle and to what I think there is more buildings behind this one. It had one of the circled fountains near the entrance.

The guy parked the car next to some run down car that had dust all over it. I got all of my bags out. I was trying to drag all of my bags up to the front entrance. When someone grabbed three of my bags. I looked up to a boy. He had blonde hair with some flicks of brown in it. He had brown eyes, was skinny but maybe I say maybe there's some abs under his grey shirt. He wore black shorts with black vans. "Hi I'm Bailey" I nodded and kept on dragging my bags.