R E B E L L I O U S

Chapter 2

Scarlett's POV

I wake up from bright, orange, sun shining in my face. I yawn and open my eyes wider. I look out the window only to fine the sun rising, shining a orange-pink glow acoss the New York skiyline. It is absolutley breathtaking. The orange shimmers on the mirrored skyscraper windows, and the pink reflects off the rippling water under the Manhatten Bridge. 

I wake up my sister Eve, (short for Evette) and she looks out the tiny window. 

"Wow, It's so beautiful. I can't wait to live here!" She says while getting out her phone to snap a picture.

"I can't wait to visit you!" I say as my grin widens, along with hers.

"Are mom and dad keen on your whole plan to live with me for the summer? You know how they are with us being away from them, but in reality, they're the ones that are never home." She says sighing.

"I'll make that argument. You know how they are, if we're away we get in trouble. Which is totally false. If we're away from them for more than two weeks, we start to develope our own personality, which they just can't have." I say as I roll my eyes. 

"Being away means that they no longer have absolute control over you. They can't order some butler around to keep you in hand. They can try calling me, but I will just 'accidentally' drop my phone in my orang juice." She said, putting air quotes with the word 'accidentally'. 

"You are seriously the only one in this family that keeps me sane." I said while laughing. 

"Diddo." She said smiling, "Look! we're landing."

"I can already feel the fame flooding inside of me, taking over all my average, basic, blood." And I was serious, I could literally feel the New York excitement, and fame take over my whole body, and I hadn't even stepped one foot on New York grounds yet.

"You are so dramatic, get outta here!" she said while laughing and back-slapping my arm, "But I know you can make it Scar, you've always been to outgoing and fun. Plus, I've heard you sing.."

"What? How?!" I said, sitting up straighter in my chair. 

"Oh sweety, you literally belt out Titanium in your room, like all the time. How could the neighbors not hear you? But, you're marvelous! You should show the world your talent! Why do you keep it to yourself?" 

"Well, I guess I just thought I wasn't good." I said.

Truth is, I know I'm decent, not incredible, but decent. I am just terrified of preforming in front of other people. I can't stand there with people watching me, my voice will get shaky and I'll suck. Not to mention if anyone makes eye contact with me, I blush. But I don't just blush, I turn red. Not just my cheeks, or my ears, but my whole fucking face. It's absolutely rediculous. If someone in the hallway calls my name unexpectidly, I blush. If I get called on in class, I blush. If I say something and my lunch table looks at me, I blush. If I stutter, I blush. When I order, or pay for something, I blush. When any guy talks to me, I blush. It is so freaking annoying. I might not even be embarrassed, but I'll still blush. I can't even control it, heat crawls up my face and I just know what's coming. Sunburnt Scar on the loose. Ironic because my name is Scarlett, and my name means a deep red. I think God was playing a joke on me when he decided to make my face turn a dark red every nine seconds. Everyone has their main flaw. For some, they hate their curley hair, for others, they hate their freckled face. Some have ugly hands, others have big feet. But I have a fucking monkey-ass face. 

The thumping and shaking of the plan woke me out of my thoughts. We were landing. This is it. NYC here I come. 

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