I now knew that I had to play out a story in real life- but how? The only answer was to be the rebellious teen that I wasn't. I was the kind to turn down a party in favour of a book- or a movie, or the release of a new season, or to draw/write fanfic/art. I was the kind to to sit in bed if I ever got grounded-which was rarely. I was the kind to get straight A's-I wish. I was a big time geek pretty much.

I was sitting in my bedroom, after a tiring day of school. One of my walls were covered with fan posters- and the odd celebrity or band. My wall with a window was painted a light blue, and had a desk resting on it. The desk was messy, and as situated next to a over-flowing bookcase. The wall with the posters had my bed, messy.My flute case was resting on the back of the bed.

I was sitting on that bed, typing away furiously on my computer. I had to write about my favourite published author, so I typing away on me. Haha, no it was Camillia Green- the actor of 10 YA books. I was busy writing about her disability, when Keira called.

"What is it?" I asked, once I had picked up.

"No hello for me?" Keira laughed.

"You don't deserve one-cut to the chase," I told her. She laughed.

"Well, you said that you wanted to be rebellious and all that, so, there's a party tonight. At 8:00 at Fred's house," she explained. 

"Perfect! Now leave me and my homework alone,"I joked, causing Keira to laugh. That girl laughed too much. 

"How you are going to be rebellious beats me," she hung up. 

After finishing the homework, I chose the perfect dress to go to a party. It was black, and had a large v at the back.

It was time for phrase one to begin.