The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 1

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I looked out the bright bus window, here's to another day of pure bullshit. And what I mean is that I know everything, not everything, but I know enough to stay in my CPA classes and get straight A's and B's. Turning my head I looked around to see the epitome of a cliché high school. The sluts, jocks, bad boys, Tumblr freaks, nerds, geeks, hell we even have a few furries!

You want we got it, and for good ole' me I fall the 'baddest' bitch category. I chuckled to myself as I imagined myself in one of those black, rubber latex skinsuits. While wearing black thigh high heeled boots, and, some sexy makeup. Now that would that be a nice improvement to my oh so bland features. Personally, I think I'm beautiful. And as much as I hate sounding like a conceited bitch, I have to.

Who else is supposed to tell I'm all that and bag of chips when nobody would even talk to me, besides the boys.

Suddenly, I felt the bus come to a halting stop, causing me to face plant the seat in front of me. I let out a groan that's only loud enough for me to hear.

"Well here's to another fucking day of utter fucking bullshit... Hooray!" I said with sarcasm laced throughout my voice.

As soon as I stepped off though, I noticed something very peculiar; everyone's talking really fucking loud...

"Jesus Christ they're like a bunch of birds... Ugh despicable" I sighed, as I walked off the bus and into the most stereotypical looking crowd of teens ever.

Looking around, I notice how nothing seems different. Maybe there is a new student? Or EVEN better, a new hot male student. But that would be wrong of me to really hope so. Puckering my face I grinned at my thoughts. Why must my modesty get in the way of everything? I whined in my head. Like damn, my mind is such freak but then when it comes to actually putting fact to theory, I shrivel up like a prune.

Still grumpy from my kiss with the bus seat, I stomped into the school, angrily shoving my way through huddles of cliques. Desperately I search for my little group of emo looking fucks, otherwise known as my cousins.

Sifting through the crowds I ignored the occasional grunts and 'what the fuck' looks. I'm not quite sure why they look at me like that. It isn't my fault that they're standing in the damn walkway like a bunch of birds. Letting out a slight yawn, I made sure to show everybody how bored I truly am. Looking backward along the hallway, my eyes search for a sack of black haired boys. These black haired boys are also known as the bad boys of the school. But it in all seriousness, they're about as harmless as a Chihuahua.

Walking past the math wing, something suddenly something caught my eye. A cross-breed between a fuckboy and emo came into my vision, and I made a beeline right for him. His arm is draped over a five-foot, five-ish brunettes head; his head dipped near hers. Quietly she giggled every now and then, but that came to a sudden halt. Quickly, I reached up and grabbed the back of his collar like I had hooked a fish. Yanking him in my direction, I pull him towards the usual locker meet.

"You can save your search for a new fuck buddy for later! I'm more important. Okay?" I stated as I dragged Mikey down the hallway towards Jamie and the oh so typical bad boy named Ryder. Once I reached them I let go of Mikey.

"So who's the hoe?" I said as look at my nails trying to seem somewhat calm, cool, and confident.

The three boys stared at me in disbelief, I, their sweet little child they had protected from everything that has ever cursed or did anything improper. Just asked one of her very horny male friends who was trying to score, 'who was that ho?'

"What the fuck?" Jamie accosts as he stares at me with a weird form of disgust on his face. It's almost like he had just seen his baby brother say it instead of me.