Young Rebels ~*~

Chapter One ~*~

''Guess who?'' a soft gentle voice said from behind me, trying to disguise who they were.

They were going to have to try better than that, if they were going to foul me. And besides, I already knew who it was, because I’m a ninja like that.

Cold fingers wrapped themselves around my face, covering my eyes and leaving me blind. I laughed already knowing who it was. My best friend Claire. She is so predictable. A sharp metal ring dug into my skin, I knew it was going to leave a print into my cheek, it always did before. I pictured the ring in my mind. It was the ring she had never took off since she got together with her boyfriend, Matt. He gave it to her the first month they went out, which was like six months ago? I don’t know I lost count a long time ago.

Typical Claire, always sneaking up on people and leaving ring prints on their cheeks. In fact this was the fifth time this year she has done this to me, and I’m sure she had more victims. And I’m sure they were just about as supportive of her doing this as me, not.

Because of how many times she had done this, I knew what she was going to say next. It was her line. And I would slap her in the face and say it back to her, because I'm a nice person. Insert my scary smiley face now. And I also saw it on the internet. It’s where I get some of my good ideas for pranking and humor.

I pushed my choppy brown bangs out of my face, not wanting my hair to get caught in my eye, because recently it had liked doing that. I think it is out to get me. Maybe my hair just doesn’t like me, I don’t know. Perhaps there is something wrong with it? Or maybe there is something wrong with me. I would go with the last answer.

"Um, Santa?" I asked playing along, knowing if I didn't there would be an international crisis, because that is what happens when Claire doesn't get her way. Yeah I know, scary. But I’m scarier. Don’t believe me? Ask the first person you see at my school, and then get back to me.

But if you're her best friend, you just have to learn to deal with it. She had to tolerate scary things from me to. Many scary things.

I heard a giggle escape from Claire's lips perfectly pink pastille lips.

I knew this without looking at her because every morning she caked her lips to the point where they were a brilliant pink, just to impress her boyfriend.

The lengths Claire goes for a guy. At least it didn’t look trashy. It was more natural looking. If it looked trashy I would ditch her in the bushes. Just kidding, I’m not that mean.

"No silly it's Claire! Learn how to guess right! And expect the unexpected," she said, knowing I would have guessed something absurd from the beginning. But that was part of the fun. And so is this.

The hands released themselves from my face. I blinked, letting my deep brown eyes adjust to the winter sun light. Gosh I hope I don't tear up, I can’t let my makeup melt. That would be absolutely horrid.

''Try this out for expects the unexpected,'' I said, pretending to back hand her, missing by half a second.

I grinned, smoothing my uniform out and blinking rapidly. I was always messing with the stupid uniform.

Talk about an international crisis. She pretended to feel hurt and decided to ignore it. Smart on her part. Hey that rhymed, kids feel free to turn that in as your homework.

She decided to get back at me through another, more annoying way. In the only way she knew how to annoy me.

Claire droned on and on about how there was no cute guys here whatsoever apart from her boyfriend Matt, a cute blond haired all American boy who wasn't like other guys, he was just himself.  She also said we needed to find me a guy.