StoneRidge Rebels

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Suddenly I knew my life was about to change. I was in a new school and not for the right reasons. I looked ahead at the sign that read "StoneRidge Academy." Yep! I was a troublemaker. Too many fights got me here.
The bell rang, indicating that first period class had started. I'm not going of course. I sighed as looked down at the map the officer provided for me,only looking up when someone approached.
"You must be the transfer," the guard said in a deep raspy voice. He was fat. It looked like the only thing he did was sit behind a desk watching security cameras all day.
I leaned defiantly in my black tank top,ripped jeans, and combat boots. What a rebel outfit.
"Yeah," I said in a not too pleasant tone. He chuckled shaking his head. I noticed he had a file with my name on it in his hands. It wasn't small to say the least. I was seventeen years old soon to turn eighteen. They didn't know what else to do with me , seems every correctional facility and boot camp gave up on making me a "good kid." So they sent me here. The place where teens like me disappear.
"Surrender your bag, remove your belt and any other metal objects you might have on you. Then proceed to walk through the gates." I cursed softly as I stepped through the metal detector and it went off. The guard pulled out the wand as protocol and waved me down till it went off near my stomach. I lifted my shirt in annoyance revealing my tattooed and pierced abdomen that was toned with muscles. The way his eyes raked over my body like I was a five course meal made my stomach turn in disgust. Pervert!
There was always that one guy who took the job to pat down little girls. Granted.. I wasn't much of a little girl anymore. I had a mature woman's body now.
My hair fell clear to the middle of my back, defiant tones of purples in the cascade of black. I was gifted with curves, but my toned arms would have suggested that I worked out. My outspoken cheekbones often made me look intimidating but all together beautiful. Plus my eyes... call me vain but they were like fierce emeralds. Some said they were probably as valuable as the gem itself and I wouldn't disagree. My beauty was as lethal as my temper.