The Rebel

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Authority

Grabbing my knife, I slide it into my uniform.

It can appear in many different ways

I dust my shoes off.

Parents, teachers, leaders, counselors, the old folk.

I wrap fresh bandages on my hands and wrists.

They all have one thing in common.

I throw a punch at the sandbag.

They lie.

Left, left, hook!

They lie to get what they want

Left, right!

They say it's for your safety

Left, left ---- left!

But they don't give a shit

Right!

They never cared for me

Right! Right! Right!

The second I broke away from their perfect image of a daughter

I grit my teeth.

They stopped giving a shit

I pull back and kick the bag, breaking it from its chain.

Fuck them, I don't need them, I only need myself.

I walk to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.

...

I tie my hair back.

Why am I doing this? No one cares if I'm presentable anyway.

I sigh to myself.

Not even Jack, Mandy, or Luke.

I snort.

Not like they're my actual friends anyway.

I pop my collar and unbutton my shirt.

Whatever, it's good enough.

I walk out of the restroom to my bedroom.

My backpack, my phone, and my headphones.

I pick up the three objects in separate parts of my equally messy room.

Walking out of my room and to the dining room, Breakfast was not served on the table.

As usual.

I head into the kitchen and fail to find signs that anyone cooked in there.

Hmph.

I walk to the fridge and open it up.

Empty.

Sighing, I turn around in one swift motion.

I walked out of the kitchen and headed for the front door.

Me: "I'm heading out for school!"

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...

...

Yeah, didn't expect them to respond.

I open the door.

They never do.

I slam the door shut behind me.

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