It’s the same dumb morning routine every single sunny day. Wake up, brush my teeth, do my hair, and change into a different colored skater skirt (long skirt depending on weather, sometimes even jeans) and a matching rock band T-shirt. Of course sometimes a delicious breakfast would suffice depending on my mostly neutral mood.
Tink, tink, tink.
The metal heals of the studded combat boots I have chosen to wear hit the marble floor throughout the den, dining room, and out the enormous handmade wooden front door. Once the heals hit the pavement the settle ‘Tink, tink, tink’ begin to make the sound distant. Clunk. The extremely over priced wooden door slammed shut behind me; that heavenly sound is the highlight of my day. The freedom does a dance in my stomach and the ends of my lips curve up into a smile, knowing that now that my body is outside of the three story house, I can be who I want, not who my parents want me to be.
The sweet smell of jasmine fills my nostrils and a smug smile takes rest on my lips. My alter ego told me to skip through the street and pick some yellow sun flowers, while the real Rebel Daring told me to stay put and wait on Zeth, my one accepter. Zeth as in Seth just with a ‘Z,’ I guess when he was birthed his parents had a feeling he would be unique.
Our personalities separately are one thing, but together its one giant bomb of pure amazing. Now Zeth is also respected in the neighborhood, his mom is a movie director and his father is a very successful business man. His future holds for him being in law enforcement, a very well paid police officer.
Since his family is just as respected as mine he too is not judged and talked about. Just like the purple hair that falls over my shoulders his red tips are not mumbled about. If I were to pin-point anything good about the god for saken town it would be APPERENCE DOESN’T MATTER!
My hair, and stud nose ring mean nothing bad just like Zeth’s snake bites and red highlights are not rumored about all throughout the town. Our appearance don’t matter but if we were to rebel against the police officer and doctor then are respectful neighbors would turn their backs and blame my parents; forcing them to be nothing but angry and disappointed.
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Misunderstood
Non-FictionHow can you have everything you could ever want, and still feel as though you have nothing? Rebel Daring, has everything any teenager would be lucky to have, she has great looks, a successful family, amazing friends, and a picture perfect future alr...
