Renegade

Chapter one

Adeline's POV: What is it to live? Is it being a breathing person? Is it having life? What is life in itself? So many questions that I can't answer for myself right now. "Adeline! Come on or your gonna be late!"  My thoughts are intruded by my mothers loud yelling from down stairs. "Coming!"

 I holler closing my journal and stuffing it under my bed. I jogged downstairs and into the kitchen. "Mom! Hayden ate all the bacon!" I whine slouching my body forward. "Well you should've came down earlier " she insisted tying her dirty blonde locks into a neat pony tail. "Haha" I glare down at my 9 year old jerk faced brother.

 "Shut it jerk face." I grit giving him a hard look. "Hey, be nice to your brother" I take my eyes of of him, and focus back on my mother who is grabbing her purse, and clutching her phone in her hand. 

"Make sure your brother doesn't miss his bus, and you don't either!" She rambles whilst pulling me into a light hug. "Don't give your sister any problems" she goes on giving Hayden the same gesture and kissing his forehead. "Bye mom!" Hayden shouts, and I ,utter a goodbye as well. 

"Oh my bus!" Hayden grins jumping down from his seat grabbing his blue jansport and lunch box. "Good, now go Jerk" I roll my eyes but a smile plays on my lips. 

"Bye!" He waves hoping into the long ugly mustard looking bus. I walked back into the house and tossed my grey jansport over my shoulder and head out. I decided to walk today cause why not? I reach into my washed light jeans and pull  my phone, and earbuds out. Once my music is on I shove it back into my pocket turning into the school. 

"For a moment I was stone cold sober, I pulled you closer to my chest" I quetly sang along to my favorite song. I was finally in my hell hole of a school and already in my first class getting ready. 

I took out my notebook, and pencil then hung my bag onto the back of my chair. I started to doodle on a blank piece of paper whilst humming. "Eh-hem" someone muttered from behind me, I turned to see none other than London Brady with his award winning smirk.

 "Can I help you?" I asked knitting my brows in confusion. Why is THE London Brady talking to me? Hell! Why is he even at a distance to where I  can touch his hand? "Your in my seat cupcake." He smirks shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

Last time I checked I've been sitting here since school started, and he's just now saying something? "Not anymore, I've been sitting here since day one." I mutter pushing my glasses up a little. "Well, I guess I'll just have to sit here!" He gestures to the seat beside me. "Yay.." I glare and roll my eyes at him. I hear a faint chuckle, and a plop. Oh please no. 

I look over, and sure enough there he sits- well slouches In his seat carelessly. Great just great! I'm stuck beside the bad boy.

Hey guys, I know this is short but it's 11:13 and I have school. So I had to make It short!! Please enjoy, no hate! Love you all. Xoxo Adeline