I know I probably shouldn't be starting a new story now, but I had this idea I couldn't get out of my head, and I thought you guys would like it, so I decided to see if it worked out.
So as the summary says, this is an AU fic.
And this the full summary-
Sabrina is a teenager who wants to drop out to become a dirt bike racer, and when her parents refuse, she runs away. She disguises herself as a boy and goes to a private school. But when she begins to have feelings for her roommate, makes enemies, and has to switch between personas, what will happen? And what the hell is she going to do about her boyfriend?
So I hope you're interested, and even if not, please read on and give it a try. :)
P.S. I will be adding a song for every chapter that I recommend you listen to while reading the chapter, put it on repeat or something. I will include the lyrics and the singer as well, and the chapters will be named after the songs. Just so you understand.
Song: Breakthrough
Singer: Bridget Mendler
Lyrics:
Ooh yeah, hmm, breakthrough
Up, down, spinnin' all around
Fly high, fall into the ground
Sometimes dreams can feel so far away
Time keeps skippin' out of beat
Left, right, trippin' on your feet
Life is like a string of cloudy days
Sometimes it's raisin' your voice
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world
It was wrong
Whenever you can't see the light
Whenever there's no end in sight
Keep on, keep on movin' on
Keep on movin' on
Here comes a breakthrough, here comes a day
Here comes the moment that you gotta go for it
So don't let it get away
It's all about breakthrough, just turn a page
'Cause everyday you're gettin' closer
Life is just a roller coaster
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Stop, still, take another breath
Road block, move it to the left
Get around whatever is in your way
Heartbreak, pick up all the pieces
Don't stop dancin' in the bleachers
It's gonna be your turn to play
Gonna be your turn to play
Sometimes it's raisin' your voice
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world
It was wrong
Whenever you can't see the light
Whenever there's no end in sight
Keep on, keep on movin' on
Keep on movin' on
Here comes a breakthrough, here comes a day
Here comes a moment that you gotta go for it
So don't let it get away
It's all about breakthrough, just turn a page
'Cause everyday you're gettin' closer
Life is just a roller coaster
I can see it in the blind side, movin' through the limelight
Groovin' to the music, I'ma use it when the time's right
Hopin' I can do it through the shadows, I can shine bright
Usually life is only one shot and this is on
Listen to the rhythm we givin' and it will make you
Start pushin' through barriers, it'll take you
Wherever that you wanna go, never too late to
Keep pushin' 'til you breakthrough
Sometimes it's raisin' your voice
Sometimes it's makin' some noise
Sometimes it's provin' to the world
It was wrong
Whenever you can't see the light
Whenever there's no end in sight
Keep on, keep on movin' on
And keep on movin' on
Here comes a breakthrough, here comes a day
Here comes the moment that you gotta go for it
So don't let it get away
It's all about breakthrough, just turn a page
'Cause everyday you're gettin' closer
Life is just a roller coaster
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Shake it 'til you make it 'til the break of dawn
Don't stop 'til you break it out
Okay, and as I said, I recommend you strongly to listen to the song while reading the chapter. So thanks, and here's he scoop!
"Sabrina! You come back here young lady!" Henry called as he stomped through the apartment to his daughter's room. It was dark and the New York lights glowed eerily through the windows, striping his face through the blinds, as he moved, his worried wife behind him.
"Henry," she sighed, taking her husband's hand. "Don't you think this is a bit too much?"
"Veronica, do you even know what she was talking about? She wanted to drop out of high school to be a dirt bike racer! I should've known not to let her buy that stupid bike!"
"Henry, we should give her time. She'll realize her mistake soon enough, no need to flame at her like this."
"Veronica! She's hinting at this for years, and at tenth grade, she decided to blow the secret and tell us this. " The angry father yelled, brushing his wife's hand off of his shoulder. "I'm not going to let her do this."
Sabrina opened the door angrily, having heard everything, and yelled right back. "What happened it 'always follow your dreams,' huh?" She mimicked his voice.
Henry's eyes blazed. Veronica's face set firm. "You two! Back to your room Sabrina, don't come out! You're grounded for a month! Henry! To our room! We need to talk!" The frustration in Veronica's eyes was enough to scare the living daylights out of any sane person, and while their tempers were nearly at peak, both individuals turned and went to their respective rooms without a word.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
Sabrina dropped onto her bed, angry tears making everything around her blurry as hell. Her punching back hung from the ceiling idly, and she got up, and without even bothering to put on her gloves, started hitting the sandy, scratchy surface with everything pented up inside of her. Her fists curled at the thought of her strict father. He never let them do anything. She hit the bag again.
Slam. All she ever asked for was to follow her dream. The bag hit the wall again. Slam. He'd never let them step foot out of the city they'd been born in. Slam. He was like a collar around her neck, never letting her do anything. Ever. Slam. Like a leash. Slam. Like the restraints they put on criminals. Slam. Was she a criminal to him? Slam. All she wanted was to drop out and not waste her life in still classes and boring seminars. Slam. She knew what she wanted to do with her life. Slam. But he wouldn't let her do it. Slam. Just thinking about the breeze in her windblown hair and the dirt and mud behind her, splattered all over her bike and the revving engines she loved made her heart soar. And with her father around, she'd never be able to get what I wanted. Sabrina stared at the still swinging bag for a few seconds. Her angry tears fought their way back and her eyes narrowed, her head pounding and the rage inside her building at the rate a cheetah runs. There was no way out of this trap, she concluded, and with everything she had, she caught the bag and gave it a final punch that sent it swinging at almost a 90 degree angle, hitting the wall with a deafening crash and it made a hole in the wall big enough for her to hide in. She smirked to herself. Served him right.
She had no other option now. She reached into her closet and grabbed the black backpack she always kept there. She had always known she'd need it someday. Stuffing some money in her pocket, she sent happy thoughts to her still sleeping sister as she opened the window of their first floor apartment and jumped right out. Landing on the ground with a heavy thud, she started running, towards her bike in the front, She stuffed the keys in the ignition, and she revved the engine. She a satisfied grin, she zoomed off into the night without even a glance backwards, her memory the only thing she left behind.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
Henry and Veronica were both sitting silently in their bedroom. "Veronica," Henry whispered. "It's okay, don't cry honey, we'll figure something out, you're right, we'll be fine, she just needs time." He tried to console his wife to no avail, as she clutched his shirt and cried.
"Veronica…?"
"You're right.." Veronica said with a slightly wavering voice. "She'll be fine." She began to wipe her tears, calming herself down, when they heard an audible crash.
"What-?" Henry and Veronica looked at each other in surprise before jumping up and running out of their bedroom, skidding around the corner, and bursting into the empty room of their eldest daughter.
They stared open mouthed at the bag, swinging back and forth, seemingly taunting them, with fragments of the weak wall scattered about the floor. The window was wide open, chilly air swirling around the couple. "Sabrina!" Veronica cried. Never had she thought, Sabrina, her little girl, would run away. Ever. Henry ran over to the window, and he heard sounds of a bike being turned on. "Veronica! We still have time! I'll try catching her!" He yelled, and leaving his heartbroken wife in their daughter's room, he ran to the door, throwing on his jacket over is pajama's as he did so. Dashing out the door and to the front where his daughter's bike had been parked that afternoon, he looked around in despair. Ahead, the bike's headlights grew smaller and smaller, not to be seen. It was too late. "Sabrina!" he called to no avail. "Sabrina…!" he watched her bike finally disappear into the dark, his coat blowing behind him in the cold wind.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
Sabrina shivered in the cold city air as she stepped into a payphone. She pushed a few quarters in and dialed slowly. The ring went on for a while, until she heard a familiar voice. "Hello?"
"Yes! This is Sabrina!" She said, trying to keep the relief out of her voice.
"What is it now?" Her cousin joked.
"Listen, Damien, I…I ran away." Sabrina huffed. "And before you put down the phone!" She interjected hurriedly, "I need somewhere to crash for a little! Please? Can I please stay with you? Just for a little?"
There was silence on the other end. "Where are you?"
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
"What happened?" The twenty year old asked, getting out of his car.
"I don't know…" Sabrina said, looking away. "I just said I wanted to drop out and race for the rest of my life." She said, as if it was the most innocent thought in the world.
"You didn't!" Damien exclaimed, brushing his dark hair out of his face.
She looked away with a pained grin. "Maybe I did….?"
Damien sighed, dragging his hand down his handsome face. "Fine. But the police are probably on your case already, so ditch all electronics. We need to disguise your bike and you. You can crash at my house for a while, but as long as you don't get me arrested or whatever." He agreed.
Sabina cheered in her head. "Got it!" She gave her cousin a thumbs up before hopping on her bike and trailing his car out of New York, into a small town.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
"Sabrina! Dudette! Wake up!" The boy shook her on the couch, her blanket wound around her, when the blonde finally opened her eyes.
"Whhaattt…..?" She groaned, stretching her arms and nearly hitting the older boy in the face.
"Brina, I have the perfect way for you to hide from your parents!" He exclaimed.
"I'm listening."
"You know I work at that private school?" Damien began.
"Hell no!" Sabrina yelled, popping up. "I will not wear that pink piece of shit!" Damien sighed.
"I knew you'd say that," He said. "So I was thinking, how do you like the boy's uniform?" Sabrina recalled the pictures he'd shown her earlier that year when he'd started to work as an assistant P.E. teacher at the school part-time, of him and some students. She'd remembered the Navy uniform and yellow ties, with white shirts and navy blazers. It didn't look all that bad.
"Oh." Sabrina said, getting ahold of the plan. "You want me to act like a boy and enroll in the school?"
"Yep!" Her cousin exclaimed, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Is that even legal?" Sabrina asked. "I mean, you harboring me in your house then enrolling me as a boy in school?"
"Of course it is, Sabrina." a feminine voice startled her. There was a beautiful girl in front of her. She had lightly tanned skin, and a solemn face. Her eyes were the color of pool water sparkling in summer. Her hair was the color of ebony, and her stature was tall, and she wasn't the curviest girl she'd ever seen, but compared to Sabrina's drab figure, she was an hourglass. "Hey." She greeted the blonde, nodding her head in acknowledgment. "I'm Regina. You might know me, I'm Damien's girlfriend."
"Really?" Sabrina drawled, "Because Damien never said a word about you." She raised her eyebrows at the boy and Regina gave him a sideways look.
"We started dating quite a while ago….I just guess I forgot to tell you." Damien confessed and Regina shrugged.
"As long as your parents are okay with me Damien, I don't mind." She turned back to Sabrina. "Listen, Sabrina." she began. "I'm studying to be a lawyer, and I studied the documents, and from what I can see, you staying with Damien is by no means illegal. In this state, you are considered an adult and you are allowed to leave home whenever you'd like by the right of your birthdate. While your parents can still call the police to search for you, nobody will get arrested or be in trouble for keeping you here. And I have looked at what would happen if you dressed up as a guy, and nothing would happen except that if you were found out, you'd be labeled transgender. As long as you don't do anything that could make any person press charges against you for sneaking in as a boy, then you're fine." Regina reassured.
Sabrina nodded. "And now, we will have to make you over!" Regina chirped, and dragged Sabrina into the bathroom as the poor girl yelped, Damien waving her bye behind them.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-dresser~
Daphne sat in a fetal position on the couch, watching as her father talked to a tall, scary looking man with a hooked nose and a bald head.
"We will try our best, Mr. Grimm." He nodded. He stuck out his hand stiffly for the man to shake. Henry shook it with a set nod and steely eyes.
"Darling?" Daphne's mother arose to sit by Daphne's side. "Honey, don't you think you should go to your room? Do homework? Go out with your friends?" She offered.
Daphne just shook her head silently, another tear streaming down her face as she buried her head between her knees. After a while, Veronica gave up trying. It seems, she thought, that Sabrina's disappearance has hurt Daphne more that it has hurt me OR Henry…
Sorrow bubbled up inside of her as she pitied her younger daughter and wondered what she must be going through. Then anger, at Sabrina for not talking this over, just leaving them. Then hatred for herself, for not realizing the obvious signs, for not trying to help Sabrina in her delicate teenage state.
She turned back to Daphne and captured her in a hug as the little girl sobbed into her mother's shoulder.
~Confessions of a Teenage Cross-Dresser~
"There!" Regina declared, with a smile as she displayed her work to Damien. Sabrina was wearing an old shirt of Damien's, and a pair of old shorts. Gauze had been wrapped around her chest so that her slight feminine figure wouldn't be noticed. Grubby old socks and dirty shoes adorned her small feet, with cotton stuffed in the front so her feet would look bigger. Her previously long eyelashes were cropped short and big, shiny, hipster glasses adorned her face, sitting on the bridge of her nose. Her makeup had been completely removed, and her finger nails were (purposefully) clipped clumsily. Her hair, Damien noticed last. It was cropped way short into a boy's haircut, the blonde ends almost spiky when you touched them. It was slightly combed into her face, with slight bangs.
"Wow…" Damien laughed. "Baby…I underestimated you."
"I'd hate you for that.." Regina cooed, tracing patterns on his shoulder, "But you're too cute."
Sabrina cleared her throat. "Uh, get a room!" she declared, flopping onto the couch. "So…. Now that the makeover is done, what's step two?"
Damien's face became relatively more serious as he settled down next to Sabrina. "We get you enrolled."
So that was the introduction! And I also want to start this thing my friend gave me an idea of- I put a riddle or question at the end of all my chapters, and anybody who gets the right answer to a riddle or gives the answer I like most to a question (also FIRST in the riddle circumstance) will get 100 words of the next chapter PMed to them before it's published. Guests, you can give me an email or another account (i.e. DeviantArt, Fanpop, Fictionpress, any email, etc.) so I can get it to you, but otherwise, I cannot.
So the riddle of today:
Mary's father has 5 daughters – Nana, Nene, Nini, Nono. What is the fifth daughters name?
This is a relatively easy one, and I will announce the winner and the right/best answer the next chapter. For the riddles, you must have the right answer for me to give you the sneak peak, not just close. Since questions are opinion based, I don't need exactly what I was thinking to win. Anyway, thanks and I hope you enjoy!