The Rebel

Chapter 1

Song: Girl on Fire, Alicia Keys.
Word count: 753.
♪ Trinity Fallen's P.O.V ♪

I woke up from the alarm. With my eyes closed, I slammed my hand on the alarm, effectively making it silent. I groaned before sitting up, going to my closet. I picked out black jeans, a black beanie, a green short sleeved t-shirt, and, of course, my black hoodie. I got in the shower, shampooing and conditioning my hair, before getting out.

I wrapped a towel around my body then checked the time. 7:30. Only ten minutes in the shower, I thought. I dried myself before changing clothes. I didn't bother with makeup and brushed my long, chestnut hair, fading lighter at the ends. I ran down the stairs, grabbed a granola bar and ate it. I quickly brushed my teeth and yelled, ‘‘Bye, mom!’’ Before grabbing my backpack, and raced outside.

I got in my truck and drove to school. I parked in my usual place, right by the door. I grabbed my bag and pulled my hoodie down, walking into school. I went to my first class, maths. I'm not bad at it, but I don't like it either. I didn't listen to the teacher, writing notes when needed. Soon enough, the bell rang. I excited the class, going to history. I wrote down notes, not really paying attention.

I heard the bell and got up, collecting my bag and walked out. I went to the cafeteria, getting strawberry yogurt, a slice of carrot cake and a bottle of cherry coke. I went to my usual seat, in the corner of the cafeteria. I ate slowly, putting in my earbuds and listened as a random song came on. I hummed along to it, standing up and throwing away my trash. I excited and went to the empty music room.

Well, I thought it was empty. I stared at none other than Alto Kingston. He was known as the good boy who isn't good. I listened as he played the guitar, sing softly to himself. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but the bell rang. He didn't seem to hear and kept playing. I knocked on the door a bit loudly, startling him. I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why the prankster of the school is in the supposed to be empty music room.

I stared at him, waiting for him to answer. My face was still covered by the hoodie, barely visible. ‘‘I like to play sometimes..’’ he murmured, grabbing his bag off the floor. I nodded and he left, presumably to his next class. I muttered a 'hi' to the teacher and picked one of my favorite songs. Girl on Fire. I grabbed my special guitar and started playing the song.

(Play now)

‘‘She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away
Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say
Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire
Oh, oh, oh,
She's just a girl, and she's on fire..’’ I finished the song, placing the guitar back to its original place. Everyone was left speechless as I grabbed my bag and excited the class. I went to my truck, unlocked it and drove home. I locked it after grabbing my bag and closing the door. I went straight to my room, took off my hoodie, dropped my bag somewhere and crawled in bed. I fell asleep shortly after.