Jack Gilinsky Rebel // A Magcon Fanfic

Chap. 1

"Hey.. Mom." I don't even think that name is appropriate. The way she has been treating me, I don't even feel like her child. It is ridiculous.

"Samantha! Where are you calling me from at this hour!?" She yells into the phone. I knew she was going to react like this, but what do I care?

I look around the penitentiary, "JDC." I say, like it's usual. I have only been here twice before, all when I was 14.

I hear her gasp, "I'm getting your father on this one. Don't expect to be out of there for a while, young lady!" She says, then hangs up. Shit, my dad is never nice about these things. I sigh and listen to the ring, meaning she hung up.

I take the phone away from my ear. Whatever, mother. Witch. Bitch. Satan. I feel like punching a wall, why can't she be a regular mom and come pick me up?

That night is easy, but she doesn't show up. She doesn't show up until the next week, on a Wednesday.

***

It's silent the whole ride home with my brother, Jared. She can't afford to pick me up herself, she's very lazy.

"Mom and Dad are pissed, Sam!" He says tapping the steering wheel. He's kind of chill when I get into trouble, but still treats me like his little sister.

I roll my eyes, "yeah yeah." I really don't care what they think. When I get home, they will just ground me for a week and get over it.

He turns to look at me, "they're thinking about sending you away, Sam. What'd you do anyways.?" He says.

Sending me away? That could be a good thing I guess. I turn away from my brother and look at the familiar neighborhoods.

I sigh, remembering exactly what I did.

Flashback

"You ready for this?" Kyle says stopping the car in front of the local rave. I only agree to go to these things when my other friends are going. But it doesn't really matter when I'm with Kyle.

I smile and nod, "obviously." I pick up my backpack, holding all the necessities.

Me and Kyle are best friends. We do all things together. He is only two years older, but that means we get more shit to do. I get out, making sure I have all my "stuff" for this rave.

We walk in- music's blaring, twerking and grinding. Drinking and smoking. My natural habitat. I automatically put on a smile as I look around for people I know.

Me and Kyle split up, as I find my girlfriends. I start with some Tequila and Punch, a very good mixture. We dance until about 1 am, then decide to do what we came there to do.

We shuffle into the bathroom. "Sam, you got it?" Casey asks me. I nod. Casey is 5'4 and blonde, she is my favorite friend. I know that's weird to have favorites but I do.

The bathroom's graffitied, kicked around, and barely a bathroom. I set up the spare table from the closet, then get out the coke. We lock the bathroom door so no one intrudes on our fun.

"Who's going first..?" I ask anyone.

We look around smiling. Me, Sara, Casey, Riley, and Cat.

"Sara." I say, everyone agreeing. She agrees, then pulls out her credit card. She does the first line, then everyone else. I'll admit, it wasn't my first time. Coke just makes me happy all over.

We went back out, drank, danced, made new strange friends, then stumbled home at 10 am. And that place was packed, too. About 150 kids showed up.

Well not "kids", but.. The next night I ran into a cop, and still had a little coke in my bag. Since I had a record, I got sent to JDC right away. I wasn't worried or anything, wasn't scared. Just let him take me.

End Of Flashback

"Are you serious, Sam.?! Your 16!!" Says Jared, madly. He pulls into our driveway and recall all the times he's called me out on my age. He is 20, but still sees me as 12.

I put up my arms, "age is just a number."