Meet Silver June Crawly. She is a 15 year old spit fire. She's a tom boy,yes. She's stubborn,sweet,daring,brave,strong,and fiery. She could careless about what people do to her,but,if someone hurts her friends or family,it's Game. On. She won't tak...
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* I'm woken up by the obnoxious beeping of the devil we call,the alarm clock. I groan as I sit up in my full size bed,I keep smacking my alarm clock to make it shut up but it feels like the beeping gets louder! UGH!! Once I finally get it to shut up,I throw up some light denim shorts that are frayed on the ends,a silver color crop top,real black combat boots,and a black jacket"Not to bad for my first day"I say as I look in my full length mirror. Ya'll might be wondering who I am,let me introduce myself! I'm Silver June Crawly. I'm 15,I don't take anyone's crap,and I just got kicked out of my previous school. You might be wondering why,that's another story for another day! I walk to my bathroom brush my waist length brown hair. I don't do anything with it cause I don't care. I also don't put on any makeup,shoot,I don't even own any! It's to fake for me. I walk out of the bathroom and look at the clock"SHOOT!"I yell as I grab my camo backpack. It's 6:58am school starts at 7:15am. I run into the kitchen and say mornin to my dad. My mom died 6 years ago. But,we've stayed strong,me and my daddy. I grab a apple from the bowl on the breakfast bar and kiss my dad on the cheek and tell him goodbye. He doesn't mind my"Reckless behavior"some say I have. But not everyone knows the truth as to why I was kicked out. I saved a girl from getting raped and in the process I put one of the boys in a coma. I didn't mean to it just...it just kinda...happened. My daddyd in the Marie cores. He's not home ALL the time,but when he is,he's the best,loving,and awesome dad anyone could want. He supports what I stand for in my behavior. He's saving our freedom while I save kids from bully's at my school. Sure I've had my fair share of injuries but still,it's worth it so someone else won't get hurt. I walk out of the house and outside to be met with my baby staring back at me. "My baby"is a turquoise(almost a shimmery turquoise)motorbike. I love that thing. Now I know what ya'll might be thinking'Your 15! You can't drive!' Let me clear something up for ya'll,it's called a drivers permit. And,I take extra care. Annnddd it kinda helps that your daddy helps pay for the police officers pay and freedom...but anyhoo......I hop on my baby and start the engine. I sigh. I love the smell of gas and exhaust in the mornin. I grab my helmet and strap it on(it's like a dirt bike helmet. Just use the thing in your mind called"Imagination"and your good!). I take off down the drive way as I listen to one of my fav songs'Diesel on my tail'by Jim and Jesse. Yea I know it's an old song but my grandpappy player with them before he died. He died at the old old age of 94. Yea,he lived along time. I miss him so much. He was my rock,the person I told all my troubles too. But,he's been gone for about 2 years now. That's 2 years I've kept everything in. I mentally sigh as I come out of my sad thinkin time as I pull into the schools parking lot. I turn off my bike and by now everyone is staring at me. Idk why. I'm like everyone else,well,almost😏 I take off my helmet and most everyone gives a small gasp. Idk why. They could see I was a girl when I pulled up. So why is it such a shocker that a girl,me,is driving a motorbike? I set my helmet down on my bike,grab my phone and turn off my playlist,and then I start my LONG walk to the schools office. I hear everyone's whispers "Who is she?"I hear one group ask "Why is she here?"I hear,who I'm guessing is one of the schools bimbos,ask "Who's the hot chick?"I hear as I walk past a group of so called'jocks'. I smirk,if they knew what I can do,they wouldn't call themselves jocks. I block out the rest of the odd stares and occasional glares(hey that rhymed!)from the bimbos. I reach the office and blah blah blah. After I get everything I'm heading to my locker when someone trips me. I look up and there is this girl with bleached hair that reached her shoulders,she looks like a friggin clown from all the makeup,and she is basically wearing a swim suit. "Oops. Sorry"she says giving me a fake smile. Oh h*ll no! "Uh yea sure. Why did you trip me bimbo?"I ask in a sassy tone. Now everyone is staring at us. "What? I didn't trip you."she says innocently batting her eye lashes"Don't pull this fake sh*t on me. I saw you. Shoot,i watched you stick you hairy leg out and trip me. Am I wrong?"I ask raising my eye brow. "MY LEGS ARENT HAIRY!!"she yells before stomping off. I scoff at her Childress. I remember everyone is staring at me. I send death glares to everyone and they all quickly avert eye contact. I smirk. Nice knowing they are scared already.
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