High School Rebel

Will anyone ever understand?

High School Rebel

Feet and notes. That’s what my vision mostly consists of at school. I go to a small catholic school that is great at academics and ok sports. Its an amazing if you are the best but us little people go unnoticed. I got noticed though,last year, in the worst way I could have. I fought with everyone, teachers, students, and my parents. Not fist fighting like ever high school hollywood film would make you think. I back talked, sassed, and broke dress code. I hated every moment of it. I felt like i was hiding behind a mean personality that were the same type that tortured me for years at my old school but i continued for some unknown reason. As I walk pass the office a memory from last year blinds me.

One year earlier.

“You know that those leggings are against dress code” The words said by the assistant just bounce around in the room but never make it to my ears. I'm too busy chipping off the black nail polish i had to fight my mom to get for me.

“Elizabeth are you listening to me?!” I look up at the assistant principal and have to fight a laugh. I don't find it funny i'm just nervous and scared so i laugh to cover up how i really feel

“Yeah i get it they are as tight as marissas skinny jeans but i don't see her in here. Now can i get back class?” I give her my famous ‘what are you gonna do about it’ look and her nostrils flared like every comic on the funny pages play up to much.

“are you going to take off the the pants?”

“Does it look i am? Really Mr. T you should just give up you aren't getting out of these pants. unless you want to take them off yourself and i think that FOX would love to hear about that.” I give a little smile that makes her face even redder. it’s not like i like causing trouble but i just want to be known.

“well i think your parents would love hearing about what got suspended. Now get out of here!” I give her a look that could kill. Great i hate when my bad behavior travels home. Makes my parents upset and sad to hear that i hate letting people in. Hey don't blame me, blame everyone who has hurt me.

“fine! i wanted to play video games today anyways!” I pick up my backpack and slam the door on the way out. i walk down the hallways and see some of the popular guys and hear snickering. I just duck my head and pick up my pace. I pop in my headphones and crank MKTO into my ears. That's when the first tear of the day rolled down my cheek and right onto cracked pavement.