A Rebellious Act

Chapter 1

The  sound  of her  racing  heart.  The  adrenaline  pumping  through  her  veins.  The  

ultimate sacrifice.  Her  last  act. 

That  was  a  crazy  night  indeed.  After  three  years  of seeing  the  torture  Ava  went through,  I 

 finally get  to  see  her  free.  All  I  do,  or  at least  did,  was for  her,  my sister,  my best friend,  the 

only  person  who  knows  me.  From  the  corner  of  the  cell,  where  I'm  sitting,  I  see  it  all  happen  

again  in  front  of me;  from  the  moment  my sister  revealed  the dark truth,  till  the  day  when  I

  had  an epiphany  on  how  I  can  help,  till a  few  hours  back  when  I did  what  I  had  to  do.  Some  

may  say  it's  just  the  work  of  a  criminal  in  the  making  or  that  I'm just  a rebel  but  I  only  do  

what  I  do  and  act  the  way  I  act  to  express  my  opinion  on  the  misdeeds  of  the people  in  our 

 society  nowadays.  

Let  me  introduce  myself.  I  was  named  after  my  great  grandmother  hence,  I  inherited 

 the  longest  name - Nannette  Amelia  Marie  Gonzales-Gomez  but  I'm  just  known  as  Nan  

Gomez  for  short.  My  aforementioned  sister  is  named  after  my  grandmother,  who  is  

thankfully  an  American  with  a short  name  unlike  our  great  grandmother  who  is half-French  

and half-Spanish.  Her  name  is  Andrea  Analise  Gomez  but  I've  been  calling  her  Ava  since  I 

could  remember.  Ava  is  just  older  than  me  by  a  year  which explains  why  the  two  of us  

are  closer  than  most  sisters.  We  tell  each  other  everything  and  take  care  of  each  other  as  

our  ever  so  loving  parents  never  have  time  for  us.  It's  not  as  though  we  have  anything  to  

complain  about,  they  give  us  shelter  and  food,  and  they  send  us  money  every  month  to  let 

us  know  that  they  are  alive  and  breathing  in  which  ever  continent  they  are  in.  Last  I heard  

from  them,  they  were  in  Europe.  Now,  enough  about  that.  Let  me  explain  how  I  ended  up 

 in  this  cell and  why.

It  started  one  year  back  when  Ava  joined  Harvard  and  met  Bradley  H.  Standley.  Brad  was

  a nice  guy  but  we  can't  say  the  same  for  his  frat  brothers  at  Sigma  Alpha  Epsilon.  Unlike 

 her  boyfriend,  she  was  not  part  of  a  sorority  of  any  sort,  hence  she  didn't  know  the 

 secrets  hidden  by  the  campus  officials  until  she  became  part  of  the  secret.

It  happened  on  the  day  of  the  bonfire  for  all students.  She  was  going  to  her  dorm  room  to  

get  her  purse,  so  that  she  could  leave  for  the  party  with  Brad  when  a  hooded  guy  came  

in  and  shut  the room,  trapping  her  in.  Well,  you can  guess  the  rest.  After  that  incident, 

 she went  and  told  her  dorm  monitor  about  it  but  when  nothing  was  done  Ava  gathered  up  

all  her  courage  and  told  our  parents  who,  as  expected  told  her  to  talk  to  the  administrators  

at  school,  who later  ignored  her  because  they  were  more  concerned  about  keeping  the  rape  

statistics  low  at the  school.  Then  finally,  she  came  to  me.  She  told  me  not  to  do  anything  

but  she  knew  that  I  wouldn't  listen  anyways.  

From  that  day  I  worked  harder  than  I ever  have.  I asked  around  the campus  and  found  out  that  

Ava  was  not  the  only  one  who  has  been  through  this.   But  what  enraged  me  even  more  was 

 the  fact  that  the  administrators  chose  to  keep  it  under  wraps  because  the  school  has  a  

reputation  to  uphold.

Then  onward,  I  did  everything  I  could  to  help  raise  awareness  and  bring  about  changes  in  the 

society.   My  parents  were  infuriated  with  my  choices.  But  all  those  secret  meetings  we  had  

paid  off  in  the  end  when  I  spend  the night  in  the  campus  spreading messages  through 

 creativity. But  some  may  call  it  vandalism.  The morning  after  we  had  rallies  and  protests  with  

me  leading  them.  Even  though  I got  caught  at least  I'll  know  that  it  went  viral  over  the internet  

and  the people  are  not going  to stop  until  they  get  their  justice.  

People  may  call  it  the  act  of a  rebel  but  all I  can  say  is that  at least  other  girls  won't  be  

terrified  all  because  of  one  voice  of one  person  who  chose  to speak  out  and refused  to be 

silenced  by  the authority  who  preaches false  teachings.  And  I'll tell you,  this  is just  a start of the 

rebellion.