The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 28 *completely unedited*

somehow i have yet again foundmyself dwindling over the same desk on another plain day. The rest offall seemed to fly by quicker than a witch on a broom and Halloween,was like every other halloween. Except, neon was there to help makesure i didnt trip or blundered when we danced to the loud hallowenthemed jazz music. It was quite alovely night full of spiced drinks and warm arms. And when it had allended, neon drove me home and kissed my hand goodbye, which somehowwarmed my heart quicker than a double shot of vodka. But, as soon ashalloween said, and then its' goodbyes i was suddenly tossed tothanksgiving. Which of course, was spent alone. Where my lovingfamily was? I wouldn't be able to tell you. Ironically enough i didntmind all that much that they weren't there. I ate what i wanted,which mainly consisted of gnonnci, shrimp, and some lovely whitewine that i borrowed from the wine cellar.

When it cameto school, i found it too easy, my progress report showed only A'sand i still have no idea how i managed to do that. Unfortunetly forme, the only one who said good job was amanda when she showed hermatching paper. Hell, she even joked, how i could not get A's mymother will beat me with a tambo. I guess if i knew what a tambo is,i wouldve found the joke funnier. But either way i awkwardly laughedit off. That was how school seemed to go. No one really seemed tolike and socialize with me; it sucks. It sucks so much, that infact,i looked over at amanda one day and said.

"why doesno one talk to me?" quickly her head turned in confusion, hershoulder length hair swishing dramatically.

"what?"

"why doesno one talk to me." i lowly hushed out as my hand jaunted around onmy desk.

"because a)no one knows who you are, b) no one knows who your parents are."

furrowing mybrows, i tilted my head, using this as my oppertuinity to question,"what, why would my parents have anything to do with the amount ofpeople who talk to me? That makes no fucking sense."

"are youfucking retarded?"

"i dontknow, are you?"

"you dunce,this whole school is full of kids of famous people. Just like you,they want to make a name for themselves and not be stuck in theirparents shadow. But to do that sometimes you gotta use others as thesteps."

blinking afew times i stared at the vietmese girl who only ever seemed to spoutbullshit, and for the first time it seemed like she said somethingworth any sort of validation.

"and whyhas no one ever mentioned that?"

"i assumedit was common knowledge?"

"wait...how are you here then?" looking rather offended, she made apuckered, uplifted face and tilted her face into her neck.

"im thedaughter of a oh so amazing comedian."

"whichone?"

"cant say,you know i cant have people just wanting to hang out with me to getto my pops."

"well for acomedians daughter youre not very funny."

after i saidthe stuff about amanda not being funny, she went and backhanded myface. Which in return got us a two days of in school suspension andanother week of detention. Unluckily for both teachers we continuedto bullshit throughout the two days of ISS and all of the detentions.

I didn't mindthem at all, but dad on the other hand... He was less than pleasedand screamed for an hour.

"oh whycan't you be like your brothers?" His Italian words always seem tosting, but i couldn't help but wonder; why does he care? He's alwaysgone, he never asks how I am, never checks to see if I'm living. It'salways Jake and Gray this, Gray and Jake that. They never care, noneof them.