The Rebel

The Rebel <1>

Here's part one y'all. Tell me what you think of it so far! I really wanna know! Also the poll about the BOCs will be ending tonight so if you havent voted yet go vote now!

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Her strawberry blonde hair fell in loose curls down her back. The curls were completely natural and gave the small eight year old an air of innocence around her. Her bangs were a tad bit too long and tended to fall a little bit in her wide sky blue eyes. The dirt smudges on her heart shaped face didn't diminish the bright smile she wore.

A black short sleeve button up shirt hung off her petite form, and her gray skirt was a size too small. Even the shoes on her feet weren't perfect. The right shoe was a size too small, and the left foot was a size too big, but at least they matched.

She pulled the pink heart covered school bag onto her back and wore it proudly despite the obvious age and damage on it. The color was a bit dulled, but it stood out in the gray world around her.

"Thank you thank you [Name]!"

Her arms wrapped around your waist and her face was in your stomach. She was the shortest kid in her class.

"No problem kiddo." You ran a hand through her hair lovingly, "Now hurry up and get to the bus. You're going to be late."

"Love you!"

You bent over so she could place a kiss on your cheek, "Yeah I love you too. I'll see you at 3:30, Madison."

"Bye!" She waved her hand and skipped ahead to join the other students waiting for the bus. You crossed your arms as a smile slipped onto your face.

"Is she your daughter?" A woman asked curiously. Her eyes were obviously judging you.

You nodded, "Yeah she is."

That was a blatant lie, but it was one you lived with. To attend CONTROL's Public Education System you needed a guardian with relation to you. Your parents weren't around, and the only reason you got to attend the school system is because a close friend of yours pretended to be your father. Madison didn't have anyone either. Six years ago, when you were only 16 years old, you found Madison huddled in an alley wearing rags and near starvation. You weren't far from starving yourself, but seeing her suffer like that made you think of yourself. It made you wish that someone had reached out their hand and helped you before you fell down the wrong path. So that's what you did for her. You held Madison's hand and didn't let go.

"Do you have a problem with that?" You asked curiously.

The woman shrugged, "Not at all. Your...husband, must be proud."

A smug smile lit her face. The woman was dressed nicely, with a clean blouse and pencil skirt. You sighed, "I'm sure he would be, if he was still alive."

Her face fell, "You were actually- and he- oh my goodness, I'm sorry. I just saw your clothes and assumed..."

You didn't have to glance down at yourself to see the clothes you wore. They were old and a bit tattered. A racer back tank top that showed your lean arms and shoulders. Dark skinny jeans that you had found in an abandoned building. The knees were ripped open and it was a size too big for you so you used a dark brown belt to hold it up. The boots on your feet were worn down. You had stolen them years ago. Then on your back was a backpack that held everything you owned.

"You assumed I had no job, no home to sleep in, and that my daughter was just the outcome of a one night stand I couldn't remember?"

She nodded pathetically.