The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 4

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My arms feel slightly sluggish from carrying my few a boxes into my empty room. I was told as soon as I had gotten everything into my room I would be allowed to go furniture shopping. And on that note, I dropped the box I was carrying and walked out of the large white attic. While grabbing my long cross body tote of a bag.

Gleefully I ran down the stairs thinking how I would decorate my room. 'Hippie, modern, gothic, there are so many ways I could do this.' I thought in utter joy. Quickly I regained my composure and stopped acting like a giddy five-year-old and walked into the kitchen.

The kitchen is like the rest of the house, looks expensive and is expensive. The granite counter and island really seem to scream 'don't put anything on me or I'll scratch!' well at least that's what they look like. Besides the fancy granite the rooms, the room has the same gray-blue wall scheme and the cabinets are a dark wood. I'm not quite sure what kind of wood it is though, that's going to annoy the shit out of me.

I wouldn't say I'm a know it all, but I'm a know it all. I hate not knowing. So least to say I hate surprises. For example, moving. I also hate being told last minute and I like having things being planned ahead. That way I can plan things around my plans. But back to reality.

"Ugh, Mom... why do I have to take her everywhere?..." Jake whined as he leaned his back on the counter while rubbing his face.

"Because I said so. Now go." Mom said annoyed as she shooed her precious son away. He grabbed a pair of keys and turned around. He looked at me peeved, while I just stared at him expectantly. My hand on my hip.

"Something you like to say? Cause I'll just go by myself. Because I am a strong, independent white over-privileged teenage girl!" I yelled fiercely, as I walked towards him and yanked the keys out of his hand and ran off towards the garage. I'm not even sure where it is, to be honest. Quickly I opened a door and jackpot.

"Jack pot!" I Yelled as I clicked the unlock button, three cars in the garage a Challenger, Mustang, and a Camero. The Challengers headlights flashed and hurriedly I got in the car and locked the doors. Jake smashing his hands lightly on the windows as to not break them. I looked around the dashboard that goes to the garage door opener.

"Hey! Get out of my car!" Jake yelled as I pressed the button with an 'aha' and put one of the keys in the ignition. 'I wonder why there's a red key?' I thought as I looked down at the key I had put in.

I grabbed the shift and pulled out with a jerk. 'Heh, that's what she said' I thought as I chuckled, then I pulled out of the driveway with an another jerk.

"Why the hell is this thing so jerky, ugh. Guess I'm gonna have to lightly tap the gas. Secondly who the hell owns three kinds of muscle cars" I thought annoyed. I looked down at the radio and to my surprise, there's an aux cord.

"Sweet!" I yelled as oddly managed to pull my phone out of the bag that I had somehow managed to forgotten I had put in the car.

I plugged the aux in and music audio played through the car. I kept switching my eyes from the road to my phone. I put on Soundcloud and just played whatever is on the top charts. A sly grin made its way onto my face as I turned the bass up. The whole car vibrating like I'm at a concert. My eyes keep switching to the mph to make sure I'm not driving over the limit because if I get pulled over, that's literally going to suck ass.

I drove around looking around the area, not quite sure where I am or where I'm going. I'm pretty sure I've been driving for three hours. I glanced down at the gas meter and almost screamed when I saw how low it was. The orange gas light lighting up telling me 'To hurry my ass up or you're gonna be walking.' So quickly I somewhat drifted into some old run down looking gas station. I turned off the car and looked at my phone that I had put on the charger.