The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

chapter 2

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If I were to describe how I feel in one word, it would be complete and utter shit. Where am I anyways? I'm trying to open my eyes but they feel so heavy, it's like my eyelids are stapled together.

"Ugh." I let out a heavy groan as I tried to move my fingers, God they're so stiff I thought calmly.

I tried to move my legs, but like my fingers, they're as stiff as board. They feel heavier than the hell I live in. How about my eyes I tried opening them and to my enjoyment, they did. But also to my disappointment, everything is twenty times brighter. Instantly I squinted my eyes as they adjusted to the brightest lights of all time. It's like I'm looking at the fucking sun.

Once my eyes adjusted I looked to my side, a woman with ash blonde hair sat in a double seat type of chair. The kind that has that really weird material that's like plastic, I think it's called linoleum. I stared at her analyzing her, she's tall, probably 5'10 or 11. Her long blonde hair is french braided and light blue eyes that are staring right at me. What's she starting at I thought as glared at her, her eyes narrowing, testing to see if I would hold the stare... So it's a glare off you want now? I thought as I smiled

"Well look who finally decided to wake up." She said, her voice smooth and calm... gah, I always hated it. I finally looked around the rest of my room there's a man with dark brown hair and eyes. He looks tall, maybe 6'3 or 4, the man and the woman who're sitting together look like they're in their 40's late 30's. Both are equally attractive and my parents.

"Well look what the cat dragged in... a pack of rats" I said in a low raspy voice while smirking.

"You know you don't have to be such a bitch" I switched my glance to the two sulking boys standing in the corner of the room. The taller of two was the one who had said that he's 6'2. His name's Jake and he's my shitty twin, the funny thing is that if he was a female we would be identical. Except the fact I have brassy colored hair, while he has dark ash blonde hair, kind of like moms; but slightly darker. Hell, we even have the same green eyes, which usually ends up in people asking us if we're Italian or Irish... which is kind of true, but there's no need to get into that.

"Aw... but Jake, who else is supposed give you equal treatment in this misogynistic household if I don't?" I said in a whiny raspy voice. These damn nose plugs are also annoying the ever living shit out of me.

"God, do you ever shut up?" Jake asked annoyed by my very true statement. I looked at my parents, they're diddling on their phones. They hate confrontation when it comes to their precious sons. But hey it's not going to be my fault when they're the one to die, from doing dumb shit.

"Heh, good one. Do you honestly think she can shut up? Just look where her big mouth got her." Grey said as he and Jake started to hysterically laugh.

Grey's a little piece of a shit and is already a fuckboy at the nice ripe age of 15. I looked at him his dark brown hair is the exact same as dads and his hazel eyes were big and innocent looking. Which is quite the oxymoron because he's the total opposite of innocent.

"That's a dick move man." I grumbled out as I finally got the strength back to finally move my arms pulling them up to my chest in an 'x' position. Enjoying the feeling of having freedom over my arms and most likely the rest of my body, if I tried.

"The only dick here is you," Grey said with humor to his voice.

"At least I'm not a fuckboy." I murmured as I took the ballsy leap, and looked him in the eye.

"The fuc-." Grey started

"Knock...knock'

"Can I come in?" A soft voice said on the other side of the room.