The Rebels

Chapter 2

I wake up to my alarm. Ugh, school. I don't like school because of all the work, I don't like school because of the people. I have trust issues. Also because of the people that bully me. I can fight, I secretly sneak the house to do some extra workouts. They do assign workout times for each family, but I always did a few extra. I don't know why, it just appeals to me. I know you don't hear that from the average 16 year old, but like I said, I'm different.

I get up out of my bed, turning off my alarm. I close the door, because I know that there is a possibility that someone might knock on the door which I have to answer. I need an excuse if that happened, so I'd say that my door was jammed. That only happened once so far. I wanted to look back at my eyes. I raised my hands toward the knot, my shoulders sore from tossing and turning all night. The knot finally comes undone and the cloth falls from my face. I look up and see my eyes. One of them is grey and the other is black. Scared and empty. That sums it up. I get dressed and fixed my hair up. My hair is medium length, but I've always hated it that way. I've always wanted to cut it short. Pixie cut possibly. I made sure I put my bandanna back on before I left my safe place, my room.

I went into the kitchen, preparing my breakfast. And on time, the T.V turns on showing the news. As usual, they show the weather. My toast pops up from the toaster, and I grab it to put it on my plate with my eggs. I pour myself a cup of orange juice and watch the news. They always tell us bad things about the rebels. Like they're always sparking a fight and they are here to destroy our "perfect" system. I think that's crap. They are wanting to be different and be themselves. They are doing the right thing and I bet the government knows that. I finished my breakfast pretty quickly and then got my backpack. I stopped near the door, took a good breath, and went out.

It's pretty cold, so I'm glad for my black jacket. I know the path by heart. I take this one path that feels more comfortable for me. People would say that my path is obscure, but that is one of the reasons that I like the path. I crave more diversity, so this path helps me. I've always had a feeling of jealousy whenever they mention anything about the rebels because they at least got to express themselves.

After a while, I got to school, with some time to spare. I walk over to my favorite bench and sit down. They force us to be outside before the bell rings because "it balances our time outside and inside". I look around me, and all I see are blurs walking past me. After a while of thinking, I take out my notebook. No one is allowed to see it. If they did, they would know everything. I take out my mechanical pencil, and start writing.

Dear whoever ends up reading this,

Another day of what seems like perfection. I believe that this is not the solution to everything. You can never avoid what's destined to happen. But, I just have to handle all of it. Do I get tired of hiding my eyes and hiding that I'm gay? Everyday. Do I envy the rebels? Yes. They get to be themselves and get to express who they are. I have faith in them that they will be able to stop all this. Enough of that, my English homework is due today. I know I have it because I completed it the day it was assigned. My mom says I should space out my time on my homework because that's how we're supposed to do it, but I don't care. Those tiny rebellions I do are what keep me sane. As well as-

"Catherine. Catherine!" I hear a voice say. I look up and see a teacher looking down on me. "The bell rang five minuets ago. Because you are a great student, I'll let it slide. Next time this happens, you know what punishment you'll get." "Yes miss. Let me just finish this sentence." She nodded her head and walked away.

Gotta go. I'm already late for class.

Catherine🖤

The rest of the day was a blur. It all went by really fast. Except for that one moment that happened earlier in the day.

When the bell rang, I put my papers in my bag and walked outside the building. I decided to take the same path I took on the way there. While walking, I was getting flashbacks of what happened.

*flashback*

"Wow. This loser has a bandanna on! What, have hideous eyes?" I tried to shake my head, but he ended up pushing me into the bathroom. One of his lackeys locked the door behind him and gave me the evil smirk. "Can't you see in that thing?" "Bet she can't." They all laughed. I was trying to hold in those tears that were trying to escape. "What are you trying to hide, freak?!?" I then felt a hand grab my bandanna and yanked it off. I stand up quickly and yell at him. "GIVE IT BACK YOU DOUCHE!"

"So, the freak knows how to talk." I could hear the cockiness in his voice. "Open your dang eyes!" I focused my eyes on my natural color and when I felt comfortable that it was normal, I opened my eyes. I looked in the mirror and to my relief, they were my normal brown eyes. "Brian, you said that her eyes were some sort of weird color!" "It was a guess stupid!" "Whatever." Then one of them threw my bandanna back at me. Then in a flash, they all left.

When the last one left, I quickly locked the door and looked back at the mirror. It took great strength to control my eyes because I haven't learned how to control them. Yet. I looked straight into my eyes and as I expected, they changed color into the mood I'm in.

Red. Pure anger

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