Rebels in disguise

The tomboy

Being different and unique simply means that you are irreplaceable. Through the darkest of days you are being yourself. And even though no one really understands you or your choices, you still make them because they cannot take away the choice that you make to be unapologetically yourself. 

Beatrix:

They never quite understood why Beatrix acted the way she did. Or why she liked kicking a football and wrestling over cooking and cleaning. But she never cared. She never listened to those with the a heart full of hate. She never listened to those who never had anything nice to say. She acted the way she did because she wanted to. And she knew she was better than all the boys at football. They just never let her play. At first she thought it was due to the fact that girls were supposed to act feminine, and boys were supposed to act masculine. But then she realised, that boys are extremely fragile and don't want there masculinity to be shattered at the hands of a female. But she didn't want this stereotype that all women needed to be feminine and submissive to become a reality for her. 

So at the end of everyday she would go to the park were this professional football team would practice and after months of begging they had allowed her to try out. And when the manager realised that she was better than every boy on his team he reluctantly gave her a place. But the boys weren't too happy at this. They would say mean things to her and would purposefully try to trip her up. But she never cared. And with every scar or bruise she gained, the more empowered she felt. Because she got back up! 

"Hey Beatrix." A boy that was always nice to Beatrix said. His name was Ryan. 

"Hey Ryan." Beatrix said. Putting her uniform on. "You ready to play?" She asked. 

"Of coarse I am. Are you?" He asked back.

"You're gonna wish I wasn't." She said running on to the pitch. 

The boys were all already there. 

"Ok guys." The manager said. "We have a game in four days and until then you need to work hard. Now get going!" He shouted. 

Beatrix had looked into the stands and saw three people. The same people from detention. Cleo, Jax and Kace. She wondered why they were here, put the whistle of the manager meant she had some goals to score. 

By the end of the game, Beatrix had scored six goals. Where as the highest amount of goals scored by a guy was two. She smiled as she sat on the ground. She saw Cleo, Jax and Kace slowly walking up to her but before they had even put there feet on the field the captain of the team, Theo, asked. "I wonder if the circus has any openings for you?" He started to laugh.

"What do you mean Theo?" Beatrix stood up to look him directly in the face. 

"You're a freak!" He yelled. "Thinking that you're one of the boys. Playing football with us. You're not! And I thought I'd tell you that so you don't turn up for the game." 

"Oh I'm gonna be there." Beatrix said back. "And I can't wait till you watch me score all the goals. And if you're such a man, why aren't you at war, like everyone else?" 

"Because I'm too busy being the best player on this team. You think everyone will play nice because you're a girl. Well they won't." The said back with a smug smile.

"Well I wouldn't want it any other way." Beatrix said back smiling. 

Theo stalked closer to her. "You're just a pathetic excuse for a girl. You think you're so cool because you're on a boys football team, but guess what. You're just another bitch."

Before Beatrix could reply Theo was punched in the face, and he fell to the ground. Cleo was on top of him, punching him over and over. Jax came in and pulled her off of him.  Cleo looked at Beatrix and said. "Hi you're Beatrix, right?" 

Beatrix nodded. "I am. Thank you for that." 

"It's what friends are for." Cleo said back smiling. 

"Lets get out of here." Kace said as they all left together. 

The sun had set, and they all sat around a fire. "So is this like a small little rebellious group?" Beatrix questioned.

"That's exactly what it is." Jax replied. "We all bend the rules some how and we all get shouted at for it." 

"And how do you bend the rules?" Beatrix said. 

To which Jax replied. "Well I'm not at war and don't agree with fighting, Kace wants to be a singer and Cleo doesn't like to be told what to do." 

"Well I don't like being told what to do either." Beatrix smiled. "And I really don't care what people say about me at all." 

"We've all got monsters." Cleo stated. "Whether it be our fathers, mother, grandfathers or stupid narrow minded boys. And I've had enough! I've had enough of women being trampled on and women being told what to do and how to behave... I've had enough of men having to be masculine at all times and, if they don't fight and if they don't play sports, they aren't men. And they get picked on and bullied for being different. It needs to stop!" 

They all nodded. Beatrix laid down, wondering that if she had been born a man, if she would have liked it. She then looked at Kace and Jax. And saw the misery and sorrow on their faces and said. "It doesn't matter if your a man or a woman. It doesn't matter if you like playing sports or not. Being yourself means being irreplaceable. And I think that we are all pretty damn irreplaceable separately. But together we could make such a difference. together we could change peoples minds and thoughts and together, we could change the world."