The Rebel

The Rebel

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published вск, окт. 18, 2015
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My name is Anita Ritzman. I'm your cliche bad girl/punk: I have raven-black hair with streaks, an eyebrow ring, skull earrings, black lace up boots, ripped up black jeans, a punk band T-shirt, and an oversized worn out black leather jacket Grandpa Ritz gave me. People are generally afraid of me, and I'm not just talking about my fellow classmates at Storybrooke High. Don't think I haven't seen those overprotective moms walking the long way when they see me coming. I see kids scattering in the park when I walk by. Sometimes it makes me feel powerful, but mostly it makes me feel worthless and helps me sink further into my depression and anxiety. What makes me different than everyone else? How can they just judge me for what I look like? I'm only dangerous when I'm in the mood. I have a soft spot for animals and I love double fudge ice cream. I'm just plain old Anita. Well, not exactly. Most people call me the Rebel. And you can probably guess how I got that name...
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I feel his dirty hands touch me once more and move up higher to my thighs. I try to jerk them away but he locks my arms in his hand above my head as a thousand hot tears leave my eyes. No...no...please... I shut my eyes, not wanting to see this face another time. I shudder in disgust as he brings his lips to my neck and starts kissing me. Suddenly, I hear a groan of pain and I get free of his disgusting hands. I don't feel him on me but I don't dare to open my eyes. Another moan is heard again and a punch. I open my eyes and see him kneeling and bleeding. I watch at the boy who saved me and he hits him hard as more blood floods from his lips and nose. It's so dark and my tears don't allow me to see my angel. My savior moves as his fist connects with his face and my angel's hair glow under the moonlight and I stop breathing. Corbyn? The boy falls to the ground unconscious as Corbyn hits him in the jaw for the tenth time. His eyes move to my glossy ones and without any thought, he comes to me and wraps his arms around my body tightly. And just like that, I start crying harder as I bury my head in his neck and tug hard in this shirt. He doesn't say a word, he just pulls me closer to him and leaves me to surrender to this cathartic cry that overwhelms me. My brain stops working and the only word that exists is 'save'. I open my mouth and after so many weeks, the first words that slip my lips between cries and sobs are "You...you saved me" ----- Amelia is a young girl with a simple life and plans for her bright future. After her parent's death, everything she thought she knew will alter. But actually, all that is about to change when a blonde annoying boy will come into her life and break everything she believed into pieces. And who knows even save her and himself...

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