Parker's pov
Edited
So, the gang and I are pretty well known, secretly though, we have a special marking all over town. It's a huge 'R' standing for rebels, because that's what people call us.
We use to break into the school and trash the place, I had stolen a key from the janitor and now we just walk in, which we do a lot. This happened right before shit started going downhill again.
"Hey Parker I hear the cops coming lets get out of here like now!" Brianna yelled
"Is it mikes car?" I asked
"Does it matter if your fucking uncle comes and get you!" Matt screamed
"Well no but let's just go!"
"ABIGAIL STOP WHERE YOU ARE!" My uncle's voice boomed, I turn around where I stood and smiled at him. He was my mom's brother and he use to take me places with his 5 kids, I use to get along with his youngest.
"Hi Uncle Mike! May I light you on fire?!?" Crazy always works
"uh what?" Mike was confused, a simple man, which made him confused over crazy.
I started to run. I almost trip going out the door but didn't. I ran into the woods but, sadly, my 5'7 height hits a branch and I fell over.
They fucking caught me again.
Strike 7, im out!
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A/N
This is shit, I am shit, people read this which is crazy, thank you.
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Franta's little rebel
FanfictionThis story is about Abigail Parker Franta. Commonly referred to as Parker. Known as Connor Franta's freak sister. She was a rebel. She would never use that word to describe herself, it's just was people tell her constantly. UNDER MAJOR EDITING
