First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes and She’s a Rebel by Green Day

“Miss Davies?”

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been

“Miss Davies?!”

But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I’m especially slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could

“ASHLEY DAVIES!” I stopped tapping my pencil and pulled an ear bud out. I looked away from my notebook, up into the angry eyes of Miss. Grower.

“Wha?” Her eyes bulged and she held the dry erase marker in a death grip, probably wishing it was my neck.

“Can you please pay attention?”

“But I don’t understand this.”

“If you’d listen then you would. It’s foreign language, one you should learn.”

“But I’m not French.” I tell her partially confused. “I speak anglaiser well, why do I need to know how to ask for a croissant?” Miss. Grower slammed the marker down on the cluttered desk.

“Out.” She punctuated with a long finger.

“Bu-“

“I cannot teach you. Out.” Shrugging I picked up my things and left. A warmth spread through my body and I felt a pair of blue eyes on me.

“May I use the bathroom, please?” I smirked.

Leaning against the soda machine I pulled out a long white stick.

“You know you’re not allowed to smoke here.” My eyes rose up from the blue lighter.

“Gonna tell on me?” I almost challenged. Spencer blushed and shook her head. “Good, then leave sophomore.” Hurt flashed across her features. A thought came to mind and I locked eyes with her, a devious smile etching its way onto my shadowed face. I slowly pull one out of the new, white pack. My hand lazily stretched out to full length, the end pointing towards the blonde. She stepped back as if it was a knife; I grinned.

“I d-don’t smoke.” She managed to stutter out.

“I know.” But I didn’t more an inch. The young girls eyes flickered from the cigarette to mine. The blue hues swirled with dilemma and I couldn’t help but like my lips. After all, she was gorgeous. Slowly, a pale hand reached out and took the offending drug. I light mine then took her hand and pulled her up close to me. Spencer inhaled deeply. I placed one hand on her waist, still leaning against the buzzing machine. My figure was shadowed in the partial hallway, the beams allowing in some sunlight which hit her face perfectly. She looked like she was about to pass out.

“Lean forward.” I whispered seductively. Two light eyebrows jumped in shock and I chuckled softly. “Not like that sunshine, so I can light you cig.”

“Oh.” Was breathed out of two pink, Bon-a-belle coated lips. I resisted the earge to roll my eyes. “I-is this even legal. I mean, I shouldn’t.”

“That’s what you said before.” Spencer rubbed her arm and looked away before returning her gaze to me.

“But, are, how did you even get these?” She whispered in fear of being caught.

“18.”

“Oh…” She looked away. “I guess I’m really starting to feel my age.” She laughed nervously. My finger lifted her chin up as my eyes met hers then slowly racked over her body. Spencer blushed profusely.

“Believe me, you don’t look 15.” And a half, you look fucking good. I added in my head.

“Uh, well, I uh, thanks?” She tried. My hand rubbed slow circles on her lower back. Wow, she was so damn beaut- hot. Hot. I cautiously pushed her towards me. Her eyes fell to her shoes. She was just so, uh, cute? Gorgeous? Hot? I don’t know. I tossed my cigarette to the floor and rubbed it out with my foot, ready for the games to begin. Then I looked at her, really looked at her. Her nice clothes and modest skirt. Spencer was innocent, I couldn’t. I took the cigarette from her hand and she stared up at me in confusion. I smiled honestly and kissed her check. Leaning in towards her ear I whispered softly.

“Be who you are.” And I walked out into the light.

She’s a rebel
She’s a saint
She’s salt of the earth
And she’s dangerous

She’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction

From Chicago to Toronto
She’s the one that they
Call old what’s-her-name

She’s the symbol
Of resistance
And she’s holding on my
Heart like a hand grenade

Is she dreaming
What I’m thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
Gonna detonate

Is she trouble
Like I’m trouble
Make it a double
Twist of fate
Or a melody that

She sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just cant define
Nothing comes to mind

She’s a rebel
She’s a saint
She’s salt of the earth