Rebellious

Chapter 1

I don't know why but it feels good to start a new me. Last week I asked Bryan to take me to the mall to get some new clothes and he said no so I just took his car. I mean I wanted something. I stepped out the shower and almost slipped because there wasn't a rug. "Bryan what the hell? Where's the rug?"
"Oh sorry not used to having guests."
"You should still put in a rug."
"Fine I'm coming."
"No, I'll just deal with it."
I could have swore I heard him say "Good." Under his breath but Who am I to know. After I finished changing I grabbed my bag and set out the door.
"Ann what are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"No I mean, you usually don't wear that."
I had a black t shirt on with some jeans and a gray hoodie. I also had black converse.
"I changed it up."
"Why?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you."
I didn't even ask for permission to use his car, I don't know why I'm so happy about this. Was I being dramatic? Nah.
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When I got to school some kids were looking at me like  I was some freak. It's just clothes. "I heard what happened."
"Oh uh yeah."
"It was all over the news," she emphasized the word news which made me think she was trying to be an ass. "Right."
"So what made you change the style."
"I just wanted to."
"Or your just desperate for attention?"
"Look if I cared I'd stay but I don't so now ima walk away."
Usually I wouldn't have said that and probably said some nice shit but this is the new me and I don't have time for that. I tried being good and nice and in return bad things happened to me so maybe something good will happen.
When I got to my locker I met up with my friend Sal and we started talking a bit.
"New look?"
"Yep."
"Nice."
"Thanks."
"So how's you and Ang-"
"Don't mention him right now."
"What happened?"
"I don't like to talk about it."
"Alright."
The first period bell rang and we all went to class. I hated Mrs. Mathews class. Hers was the most boring and the most annoying class.
"Alright today we're learning about 2 of the main rivers in Mesopotamia. Anyone know the answer?"
"We just came back from break how would we know," I mumbled.
"Alright straight A Anni what's the answer?"
Damnit I forgot that streak
"The answers um..."
I started moving the gum around in my mouth.
"The answer um the..."
"Is that gum I see?"
"No."
"Lying I see?"
"Nope."
"Detention."
"What?"
"You heard me, now go spit that out."
"This is outrageous, who gives detention for chewing gum?"
"I do, and it's not only that it's also beca-"
"Your dramatic."
"Excuse you?"
"You heard me."
"Mrs Santos I have no IDEA what has gotten into you and why your acting this way, but I'd like it if you'd stop."
"She just wants attention," Clara said.
Why is she even in this class.
"No I don't Clara so shut your wannabe mouth up."
"Wannabe, I know I'm someone you want to be."
"First off I don't want to be a insecure Ass like you Clara. Your a fake a-"
"Mrs Santos get out."
"But I-"
"Go."
I picked up my bag and saw Clara sending me dirty looks. I headed to the principals office.
"Anni are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I swear Why is everyone asking?"
"I heard what happened and I want to know why you changed."
"I didn't change and even if I did what is it to you?"
"I'm sending you home for the day."
"Fine with me."
"I'm hoping that by doing this you will come better tomorrow."
"Never said I'd come."
He gave me a stern look so I playfully said "kidding."
"Your excused."
I got up out of the chair and walked to the parking lot. I swear I hate Clara. And it's not even since I changed. I usually let her say those things but right now I Just was bothered by her picking on people in a lower level. I texted Sal that I was going home and I didn't feel so great so she wouldn't be looking for me. I unlocked my car door and started the engine.
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"What are you doing home?"
"The principal sent me home."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing."
"It has to be something."
"Look, this girl was bothering me so I retaliated."
"He sent you home for just that?"
"No, the teacher was being a real Bitch."
"Language."
"Not like you don't say that."
"Doesn't mean you should."
"They also told me I wasn't acting like myself."
"You don't look like yourself."
"Look, I just wanted a change so I changed."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to."
"Do you really want to?"
"Yes okay? Stop bothering me about it."
"I know your hurting but it's okay."
"Who said I was hurting?"
I walked away from him and into my room. He's right, I was hurting. But he has no right to criticize my change, question it. Why can't anyone accept my change? I sat down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Was this a right choice? I don't know anymore. I decided to listen to the principal and rest a bit, I mean I have nothing else to do.