SHE'S A REBEL
I stick my gum to the bottom of my shoe. And straddle my way down to Detention. I mean hey, I my as well skip.
A guy walks up to me and tries to start something. "Hey Lex, you're looking real good." I roll my eyes, pick that pretty boy up by his undies and there you go. I don't speak a word of it.
If they want me to talk, they will have to take this duck tape off my lips. For a word will NEVER be spoken.
Instead of going to detention I go to the lavatory. I only do this so I could smoke one of my father's cigars. It's probably ten years old, but I don't let that bother me. If I could some up my father in six words it would be The King of Rock N' Roll.
If you ever met him, you'd know. Trust me. He's a real jerk. Always too busy for me, between his tours and his record labels he has no time. He's the blame for how I am today.
Pricilla, my mom, basically spoon feeds me still. I don't blame her. Although, I think it's all just bribery to keep me out of trouble.
Then there's my sister. She's a singer, sounds like crap to me though. Her name is Lisa, Lisa Marie. She is the freakin' prom queen. The day she moved out of the house was the day, I jumped for joy. But weeks later we were driving down the boulevard; it was busy on the road that day, I started to sing and we got in an accident.
We turned right and a tractor trailer turned towards us and little Lisa was dead on the spot. My mom cried for days, I can't help not to talk now. Someday I'll have no choice to talk about it. I killed my sister that day. My fault.
I wrap up the rest of my cigar and toss it out to the birds. I decide that the lavatory should feel more at home. So I take my red colored sharpie and I give the stalls a present of its own.
I first start out by making a diagonal line going down, then I make another line that forms an 'X' at the top. Next, I place a line going right through what I just made. Finally, I place a circle around it. Beautiful; a pledge to all Anarchists!