Jackie yawned and slipped out of bed, stretching her stiff muscles and ran her hands through her blonde hair. She peeked out the window, seeing the same thing she saw every day: a brown sky with trash littered across the street. Cars and trucks roared by, scattering plastic bags and oil puddles. She sighed. Around the year when Jackie was two, a new "president" was elected, but he got power-hungry and turned the United States into a dystopia.
Jackie walked out of her room, ignoring her parents who were rushing to work. She never liked her parents, they never spent any time with her, but it made sense. If any adult didn't get to work on time, they would be fined greatly. Jackie hated this. But there was nothing she could do.
She got ready for school and walked out, locking the door behind her. There isn't even cold or hot weather. Not even rain. It was just...stale air. She finished braiding the back of her hair while walking alongside a group of kids who seemed as gloomy as her. Some kids didn't care about this, they just went along. This made Jackie insane; who could not care about the horrible situation they're in? She stuffed her hands in her pockets and walked into "Light Yagami High School". (See what I did there? CB)
Jackie slammed open her locker, taking the textbooks she needed for 1-3 period. She stared at the history textbook, the cover always catching her attention. It said "History Alive! For The Freshman" It was a stupid title, but that's not what Jackie was interested in. She stared at the picture where there was someone riding on horse across a grassy plain. I wish I was that person... She snapped out of it and placed the book in her arms, along with the rest of her things.
History. Boring. Math. Boring. Language Arts. Boring. Science. We dissected a frog. And finally, art. Jackie's favorite elective of all time. She took her seat near the window, watching the teacher give his broing lecture. She knew she should be listening, but she knew pretty much everything about art. The teacher, Mr. Goku, told us to take out our inking and coloring pens. He said to draw your name in an artistic manner.
Easy. Jackie had done this millions of times before. She scetched her name in a graffiti like way, then inked and colored it. She seemed proud of it. The bell rang, and she picked up her books and left the classroom. She walked down the hallway, but froze when she saw a Sophomore opening her locker.
Without a second thought, she stormed up to him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He pulled out a bunch of paper with scetches littered all over them. A few were final drafts that took her hours to make.
"These yours?" He asked.
"No shit, Sherlock, this is my locker! Get out!" Jackie made a grab for the drawings, which the sophomore quickly jerked away. She clenched her fists, eyes burning into his. He turned away, looking through the drawings.
"They all suck." And before she could react, he tore all of the papers in half. Then again. Jackie stared at the shreddings flutter to the floor. She saw one of her best drawings being torn in half. Tears welled up in her sapphire eyes. The sophomore smirked, elbowing Jackie on the side of the head before walking away.
This was actually normal. This kid, Miles, picked on her every day. Why? She didn't exactly know. She rubbed her head, kicking the shreds of paper away from her locker. She took her backpack and walked home. She sighed, opening her door and flopping onto her bed. She stared at the celing, whispering.
"Why me?" She rubbed her eyes before a tear could escape and put her earbuds in. She selected the "Anger" playlist and closed her eyes, listening to the angry screams and yells of the music. By Pierce the Viel, by the way.
Probably an hour or two passed before they playlist ended, and Jackie peeked outside. The sky was darkening greatly and she sat up. At least she felt better. She peeked outside her room, to check if her parents were home. No, they won't be back until Friday night. All work facilities hold their employees all week, so they stay overnight. Jackie sighed.
She tromped into the bathroom, throwing off her clothes and turned on the water. She stepped in, the cold water hitting her like a blizzard, but it quickly warmed up. She was surprised the water wasn't a rusty brown today. She ran her hands through her blonde hair, sighing. She stpped out, feeling a cold blast of air hit her because of the sudden change of temperature.
Jackie grabbed her towel and dried off, before getting dressed into a hoodie and jeans. She saw something glint in the corner of her room, inside a black shoulder bag. She slowly made her way towards it, noticing a small tag. She checked it, but there was only one word. "-Riot"
She stared at the tag inquiringly. She slowly opened the bag, expecting something to jump out. But when she saw what was in it, her blue eyes lit up. Spray cans! Maybe about 15 different colors of spray cans. She looked at the tag and inspected it, like there was a hidden flap or something. But the only thing on there was: -Riot
Since when did she have spray cans? Jackie didn't recall buying any. Did her parents give it to her as an "I'm sorry" present? Or did someone else...? What did Riot mean? She glanced out the window, neither the stars nor moon visible from behind the smog. Jackie smirked and clenched the bag's strap.
She was gonna have a little fun.
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Yayyyy first chapter ever! The story itself isn't that good...but you know
The picture is Jackie, except she has blonde hair
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Rebellion Uprising (On Hold)
AcciónJackie was always disrespected by her family and avoided everyone at school because she was...different. Without any friends or family to turn to, what's the point of even staying alive? The one thing she lived for was art. Every night she would go...
