She's a Rebel, chapter 1
"Fuck me!" a lot of things that pop into my head come straight out of my mouth. "This is fucking not happening!" some little kids were pointing at me now, and their parents were covering their ears and giving me warning looks. "Oh, sorry" I said edging past them towards a man in a black sweater and studded belt. I didn't dare go any closer, not yet. But I didn't want to nip to the toilets to fix my make-up in case he'd gone by then. I'd never forgive myself.
I knew I didn't look all that good though, so I ducked behind the nearest shelves, making sure I could still see the guy's shoes, and began rapidly dragging a comb through my blonde and red hair and applying powder to my greased up face. I hated my skin. I shoved everything back in my pocket and took a pen off a nearby shelf, smacked my lips together to set the gloss, and emerged smiling at the dark figure. He looked at me like an alien had just popped its head out of a UFO.
"Hi... Um.. I mean can I have your autograph... Please?" I mumbled in my sweetest voice possible. The man indicated 'one minute' with his hand, turned the volume down on his ipod and pulled out an earphone. Ooops!
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" he said lazily. He had bags under his eyes and looked as if he'd been working none stop for weeks. But somehow his features were still very much as striking as they were in the posters on my bedroom walls, "Oh! Sorry, I said please could I have your autograph...?" He blinked brightly at me and took the pen from my hand, "Sure, where do you want it?" I hadn't thought of that, "Errr... You could sign me!" it was a silly suggestion but as per usual it was the first thing to come into my head.
His face lit up and he shrugged rather attractively. I lifted up my black shirt to reveal my midriff, complete with pierced belly button. He bent down and signed me in thick black marker (permanent! ) and handed me my pen back. "There you go" I took it back with a cheesy grin and threw it in my bag. People in the supermarket had started staring now, so I decided to wrap it up for his sake. "Thank you! I know this might sound strange, but... Can I have a hug?" yet again he blinked down at me, with my arms outstretched just the way he does when he's on stage singing to the thousands.
"Sure, I don't see why not" he wrapped his arms around my neck, with mine neatly around his back. It was a warm, memorable embrace; it kind of reminded me of hugging my boyfriend. I didn't want to let go. But we did after just a few seconds as people really were starting to stare now. "Thanks again" I beamed, so happy I could have burst, "No problem" he grinned back and started pushing his trolley away.
I wanted to stand there and watch him slowly move away down the aisle, but instead I headed towards the exit thinking of what I was going to tell my best friend Kyra when I called her later. I stopped dead at the doors. A security guard came and took hold of me. The alarms had gone off! Shit I'd left the pen in my bag! There was no way out, I had no excuse and nosy people were starting to gather.
I knew I didn't look all that good though, so I ducked behind the nearest shelves, making sure I could still see the guy's shoes, and began rapidly dragging a comb through my blonde and red hair and applying powder to my greased up face. I hated my skin. I shoved everything back in my pocket and took a pen off a nearby shelf, smacked my lips together to set the gloss, and emerged smiling at the dark figure. He looked at me like an alien had just popped its head out of a UFO.
"Hi... Um.. I mean can I have your autograph... Please?" I mumbled in my sweetest voice possible. The man indicated 'one minute' with his hand, turned the volume down on his ipod and pulled out an earphone. Ooops!
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" he said lazily. He had bags under his eyes and looked as if he'd been working none stop for weeks. But somehow his features were still very much as striking as they were in the posters on my bedroom walls, "Oh! Sorry, I said please could I have your autograph...?" He blinked brightly at me and took the pen from my hand, "Sure, where do you want it?" I hadn't thought of that, "Errr... You could sign me!" it was a silly suggestion but as per usual it was the first thing to come into my head.
His face lit up and he shrugged rather attractively. I lifted up my black shirt to reveal my midriff, complete with pierced belly button. He bent down and signed me in thick black marker (permanent! ) and handed me my pen back. "There you go" I took it back with a cheesy grin and threw it in my bag. People in the supermarket had started staring now, so I decided to wrap it up for his sake. "Thank you! I know this might sound strange, but... Can I have a hug?" yet again he blinked down at me, with my arms outstretched just the way he does when he's on stage singing to the thousands.
"Sure, I don't see why not" he wrapped his arms around my neck, with mine neatly around his back. It was a warm, memorable embrace; it kind of reminded me of hugging my boyfriend. I didn't want to let go. But we did after just a few seconds as people really were starting to stare now. "Thanks again" I beamed, so happy I could have burst, "No problem" he grinned back and started pushing his trolley away.
I wanted to stand there and watch him slowly move away down the aisle, but instead I headed towards the exit thinking of what I was going to tell my best friend Kyra when I called her later. I stopped dead at the doors. A security guard came and took hold of me. The alarms had gone off! Shit I'd left the pen in my bag! There was no way out, I had no excuse and nosy people were starting to gather.
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