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Drabble #15: Rebellious

Sam Manson loved to rebel against her parents.

It was her lifeblood, to always fight for a certain cause. When she was younger, her parents were already training her for life as a debutante. They had made her wear brightly colored frilly dresses and she always had to have every hair in place.

When she was three, Sam loved the idea of walking down a staircase in a beautiful white dress with all eyes on her. She dreamt of dancing with handsome men and having impeccable manners. She wanted to be just like her mom.

Of course, the key words in that first sentence were "when she was three."

Being a future debutante got old extraordinarily fast when it was being shoved down her throat at the age of five. Sam got sick of wearing bright, poofy dresses and with always having to be picture perfect in her parent's eyes. Her parents had gotten over their loss of a future debutante. However, Sam slowly started to feel like something was missing in her parent's relationships and hers.

It wasn't until she was seven and came back home covered in mud after playing with Danny and Tucker that she discovered the key. Her parents were furious when they saw that her nice clothes were ruined. Oddly enough, Sam got a slight feeling of pleasure from this. Once her parents were out of earshot, she started laughing.

That was the start of Sam's rebellious streak. She soon became a vegetarian- much to her meat loving parent's dismay. During the summer before seventh grade, Sam dyed all of her colorful clothes black. She bought dark makeup and started wearing the clothes around with a gloomy outlook on life. That was when she became a Goth and also started getting in trouble for dress code violations.

Her parent's rage about this was so great; she was almost banned from leaving the house until she was eighteen. However, Sam was resourceful and found ways to all-out ignore her parents. She had won the Goth argument as she won the vegetarian one.

Sam's parents even didn't like her friends. They grudgingly accepted Tucker, but they all out loathed Danny. That was an added bonus. Danny and Tucker were the only people in her school that she actually liked, so she wasn't about to stop being friends with them just because of her parents.

Perhaps if Sam's parents were Goths and forced the Goth culture down her throat, Sam would have been a bright little ray of sunshine. She still would have been a vegetarian, but she would have driven her parents crazy with her extreme happiness and preppiness.

Sam did love her parents a lot, no matter what anyone said. She simply didn't like them all that much. There was a difference between the two, and only someone in Sam's position could have understood what she meant.

So that was why, when she was taking one of Lancer's big tests, she purposely failed. Her grades in that class were good enough to not be that affected by a simple F. But Sam's parents would blow a casket at a single failing grade, fearing that their beloved daughter wouldn't go to Princeton like they always dreamed. That would especially annoy her parents, as they had given up on several of their other dreams for her.

"Miss Manson, may I please speak to you after class?" Mr. Lancer disguised an order as a question. He didn't sound too happy. Danny and Tucker flashed her sympathetic looks.

Sam smiled.

A/N: First shot at writing a Sam drabble! I hope I got her in character. Thanks to That Bloody Demon for reviewing the last drabble, and to everyone else who reviewed so far. Review and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is accepted, but flames are not.