Rebel

Oh Damn...

Getting into my car and starting it and shut the door.

New Kid tomrrow and a senior. Great. All the girls are going to ask im out or probably ask for marriage or an autograph.

Seriously, that is how serious my school is. It gets annoying after a while. 

While backing out of the parking lot, I drove home.

THe whole ride home I was thinking. 

'Why was I so nice to Shayla and NIamh? What is wrong with me?'

I heard a sharp screaming noise going through my ears. Someone was honking at me. I looked up and noticed it was a green light. I put my hand out of my window and stuck my middle finger at them. 

I started driving again and turned into the garage. 

I took the keys out and got out.

Shutting the door and I heard a loud crash.

I started to panic.

Annabelle is home. I hope.

I slammed my door and ran int the house to see a wine bottle smashed all over the floor, and wine everywhere. To me it personally looks like blood.

I looked over to see my mom drinking. 

"Really mom, this early in the afternoon?" I raised my voice.

I heard small footsteps coming down the stairs. Annabelle's.

"Hey don't raise your  voice at me...-" 

"Did you drive Annabelle home, drunk?" I interuppted her.

She didn't say anything. All she did was look down.

Meaning she did. "Are you serious, that's to risky mom, she's only 5 years old" I walked over to Annabelle and picked her up.

"I didn't mean to I--" 

"No, I don't want to hear your exuse, you just keep putting this family in danger and I'm sick of it" I said walking away not hearing what she's mumbling. Walked into Annabelle's room I put her down

 "You need help with anything" I asked trying not to stare into her eyes, because If I do I will start crying. I don't know what I would do without Annabelle if she died, or got into a car accident. 

 "Nah, I finished all my homework, you need help with yours?" Annabelle asked. I chuckled a little.

"I don't have any homework today" I smied kissing ontop of her forehead. Well, I think I had homework, I jsut don't do it. Personally, I don't even know how I past freshman year. 

"Alright, Annabelle, what you wanna do today?" I ask standing up.

"Can we go roller skating pleasssee" SHe asked with the puppy dog face. 

"Do you really want to" I asked almost sound like I was dissapointed.

"Yess, My friends are going to be there, mom can't take me--" She said sounding like she was going to cry.

"Alright, Alright, go get your skates-"

"Are you going to skate" She interupted. "I would really love you to" She said with a huge smile.

"----Alrright, you got me, I'll skate with you" I siad with a smile going into my room getting my roller skates.

Ugh, I hate roller skating. I know how to, I'm actually really good at it. That's why I don't want to. I don't like being good at anything except for being a rebel.