AN: my attempt at a swaggy new chapter failed so yeet heres attempt 2

AN: LOok I UpdAteD WhAt a sUrPriSe lucky you! shout out to my one Favorite: KatTheCorgi and four Followers y'all are great. Also the first chapter was ripped from another story which was going nowhere and because I am very uncreative and have a severe lack of skill. That being said I hope you enjoy! Favorite the story to get a useless shout out! (you know you want to)

I ran home, I mean ran faster then I have ever moved in my life. By the time I rounded the plain street my legs ached and my heart was beating so fast out of control. What have I just done? My adrenaline had worn off and my guilt set in, how could I be so selfish?

I caught my breath by sitting in my front yard leaning against the house. My adrenaline was gone and I felt regret. To my surprise, I was more regretful I didn't make it to the top of the ferris wheel then I am for going.

The night air blew against my skin cooling the hot flush running through my body. In my efforts to re-climb the house to my room I felt my muscles ache, I probably did more exercise in the last three hours then I have my entire life.

I fell asleep thinking about him. I couldn't get him out of my head, the smile, those eyes, even in that faint light it was obvious he was handsome, part of me craved the sight of him, wanting to see it again, in full light.

At school I didn't know how to act my recently discovered adventurous side was clawing to be let free, but I expected by my teachers and peers to be quite and it didn't help that Caleb hovers above my shoulder, always judging.

I stood in line at the school cafeteria, ready with my tray to get cut in front of, shoved and ignored. The group of boys in front of me caught my attention they were a bit boisterous and a bit rebellious.

"Oi you coming to the overpass tonight?" one of them asked. Having nothing else to do I find myself often listening to others conversations, if my father knew this was a past time of mine, I wonder the scold I'd get.

"Depends" the boy of question responded. "who's going to be there?"

"You're kidding right, it's not like we've been planning this for months" the first guy responded.

"Yeah but you didn't answer my question"

"Chill people don't worry and Peters older brother is buying for us" He rocked to the side revealing the face of the responder.

"I might" he said. It was school 'tough' dude Eric. His hair was a bleached blonde with darker roots beginning to grow through. His hair was pushed up but was slightly long enough to hang back down on the sides.

"Hey Beatrice?" my brother called to me as he approached me in line, distracting me from listening in.

"Yes Caleb" I responded.

"What are you doing you look so dazed and quit staring at them its obvious" he hushed at me.

"Hu? Oh yeah... I was just distracted by their clothing" I covered.

"I need you to tell mum I'll be home late tonight."

It's strange from Caleb, he's almost always home on time prompt and ready to help. "Why?" I asked.

"I offered My English teacher some help cleaning and moving files" Oh that makes sense of course he's helping someone.

"Ok I'll tell her".

That night I lay in bed, accessing the paint job of my white ceiling. I felt restless, caged up in my small room. A rush of air blew into my room lifting the lace curtain up effortlessly. My freedom lay just beyond the window. One limb at a time I tore myself from my bed into the cool night air.

My mother had bought me a pair of black leggings to act as thermals, I wore them with an old black shirt I had as a child. They were the two articles of non-bland grey scale clothing I owned. The shirt was so small it hugged my body. I threw on runners and a dark grey hoddie.

I felt nostalgia as I escaped from my room, my heart raced in anticipation. I had a faint idea of what I wanted to do tonight. I headed towards the amusement park but turned off a few streets earlier.

I was headed towards an old train line; a newer more direct line was built rendering this one obsolete. I scaled an old fence and had my first look at the overpass, there was a bonfire in the middle of the tracks and around 40 people, you could faintly hear the music from here. Alcohol and fire, a great mix. I had herd the overpass on this line was a hangout spot but never knew it was true.

I inched closer, part of me wanted to jump right in but part of me was afraid. I was afraid someone would notice me.

I opted to walk onto of the overpass and sit down my legs dangling over the ledge. Below me I could clearly hear the loud music and chatter of teens. I saw some clearly drunk body's stumble around and the smoke from the fire rise up into the sky.

I lay back and let the environment sink in. The peaceful starry night contrasted with the rowdy happenings of the teens below me. I don't know low long I lay there allowing my mind to wonder. I wondered if I'm getting all I can out of life, what has being cautious of everything and super selfless really done for me?

The music quietened, maybe they were leaving? "Hey, whose up there?" I sit up and look down, the group had thinned out to five to ten people, all of which were looking up at me.

I froze, my fears of people finding out who I am surfaced. "If you can throw a can up here, maybe I'll tell" I taunt… when did my mouth get a mind of its own. This is twice now out of nowhere a rebel surfaced.

Their first two attempts fell short with the cans crashing down sometimes bursting on impact.

"Is that all you've got?" I tease.

A new guy picks up a can his build is a bit bigger than the others, I see a familiar mop of blonde hair. The can flings up high enough for me to catch. With one hand I hold onto the rail, with the other I lean over the edge and catch the can. I let out a sigh of relief once its safely in my hands.

The can is cold, as I open it the can lets out a pop. I've never actually had alcohol before, I put the can trepidly to my lips and tip back. The taste is strange, not overly desirable but it warms my body as I drink. I skull the whole can leaving me breathless. I strangle feel clearer, more confident.

I crush the can in my hand and throw it back down to the group who are still looking up at me.

"So who are you?" the same voice yells.

"Wouldn't you like to know" I respond.

I get up out of my place with my new-found confidence and make my way down to the party.

AN: Wow a third authors note you probs wont read, I just reread the chapter after I wrote it at 1am and I'm like wow this is actual trash so dont hate on me thx bye