The Rebel - Kaitlyn Garlets (books for students to read TXT) 📗

Chapter one:

I am the rebel everyone wants to be, but doesn't have the guts to be. If you were to meet me, you would fall on your knees, speechless, tears rolling off your face like a little kid that just scraped his knee and got a boo-boo. I can make that impression on anyone.
Until I met Luke. When I met Luke, he didn't fall to his knees speechless or had tears streaming down his face. He looked right past me and totally ignored me like I wasn't even there at all. And let me tell you, I didn't like that one bit. I mean, all my life I have been a rebel and all my life everyone that I see worships me. But not Luke.
The day that we met it was cloudy outside, a thunder and lightening storm ready to lash out at anyone near it. This storm was stranger than any that I have seen and it seemed more wild and unnatural to me. The wind was just picking up and my hair was in my face. I was looking to where the storm was, seeing how much longer me and my crew had till the storm did reach us, which at the time, the storm was about three minutes away from me.
Yeah, I can tell when things happen.
People don't just call me The Rebel for nothing. I can do things that no one else would even think about doing. It goes along with my image of being a rebel. On the inside, I am a heart broken young girl who had watched her family die in front of her, betrayed by their best and closest friend. On the outside, I am a cool, collected young woman who wants her revenge for her family. She keeps up her image until she is alone when no one sees her cry.
But anyways. Back to the night that I met Luke. I was still watching the storm when I notice that the storm was picking up, coming even closer to my crew and I. I knew it would be best to move out and hide where the storm wouldn't effect us, but I was rooted to my spot and I knew I would regret not moving. But something was stopping me from moving. Even my crew was rooted to their spots, gaping at the strange storm. The storm was right on top of us now and still we stayed, staring up at the storm.
Then suddenly, someone or something came out of the middle of the storm. When I looked closer, I saw that it was a teenage boy, about the same age as me. He didn't even look shaken. He had his head down, as if he was sad and had let his head slump to the ground. I called out to him without even realizing it (until much later, anyways), and he lifted his head up at me and walked right past me.


Chapter two:

I remember the day I brought my first made storm to Earth. It was magnificent. It was the best day that I ever had in my life. (Later I would learn that I am more powerful than anyone ever thought I could be, even more than my Leader.) That was the day I met Mia. She saw me before I had and she even called out to me as if she knew something that she wasn't supposed to know. I knew she could help me, but I needed her to gain my trust first. The moment that I laid eyes on her, I knew everything about her. That was my gift. All I had to do was look at them in the eyes and I would know their secrets.
That didn't go so well, gaining her trust, I mean.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
When I had made my first storm, I was to meet someone. That person that I was supposed to meet is Mia. She was the type that didn't take anyone's shit. And she never did. Not even mine. I should have listened to her when I had the chance. She was trying to help me, and I didn't listen to her at all.
Again with the skipping ahead! What is wrong with me?! I seriously need to stop telling you this from in the middle of it. Sorry. Where were we? Ah, yes. I was telling you about when I met Mia.
When I first laid eyes on Mia, I felt as if the world was rushing over me. I only saw her. Even from a very far distance, I could see that she had bright, bright green eyes, that when caught the sun shone so bright, you would want to cover your eyes up to protect them from blindness. She had shining bright carrot top hair so long, it went past her knees. She was wearing her hair in a tight braid.
I remember when I walked out of my storm that she was standing right there with her crew that she brings everywhere with her. I had my head down, but I could still make out every little detail on each of their horses and hairs on the back of their necks. She had called out to me, and slowly, slowly, I lifted my head up at her as I approached her and walked right past her, grabbing a water bottle stuck in a knapsack on her second-in-command's horse and took a long swig of water, finishing it in two gulps.
The second-in-command looked at me in awe, his mouth open wide.
"How did you know I had that in their?" he had asked, grabbing the empty water bottle from my grip and shoved it back in the sack it had previously been. He frowned and looked me up and down three times. On the second time he was looking at me, I turned in a full three-sixty angle and asked with a smirk on my face, "Find what you looking for?"
He had scoffed and slapped his horse on the butt, which told the horse to ride. He rode to the other side of Mia, who was trying to hide a smile that was shown plainly on her face. That was one of the rare smiles I like best about her, and she didn't like to show it to much.
I walked over to Mia's horse and rubbed the horse's chin.
Mia looked at me as I pulled a carrot out of her sack next to her and fed it to the horse.
"Who are you?" Mia had asked, her bright green eyes searching me for something. "Did you just come out of that storm there?" She nodded towards the storm that was now passing as I had commanded it to. I needed to get my strength up before I could make myself another one and go back to my home planet.
I looked at her and smiled. "I am Luke. And yes, I did just come out of that storm there. Why do you ask? Do you like to butt into people's business's?"
Mia this time did smile. "Says the person that is feeding my horse without my permission. How did you know where his bottle of water would be? Not even I know where it is. He doesn't like people touching his water." She leaned over to me and put her mouth close to my ear. "He has a thing about water."
I nod, staring at her eyes. For some reason, I could see everything there is to know about Mia in her eyes as I looked deep into them. She noticed I was looking at them and I saw her cheeks flush, and for some reason, I could feel her cheeks flush. It was like I could feel everything she was feeling, (but we didn't figure this out until later).
I could see that she wasn't one to let other people see her feelings. She was those types of people that kept a pretend image on the outside so no one would think that they are a coward. Not that I think Mia is a coward because she isn't.


Chapter three:

Luke had walked right past me and took water from a hidden pack on my second-in-command and drank all of it like it wasn't enough. He had swallowed a gallon of water in two gulps. I could see that he was a different person.
Brett, my second-in-command, grabbed the empty water jug out of Luke's hands and thrust it back into his pack and gave his a look of disgust.
"How did you know that was in there?" Brett asked, frowning as he looked Luke over.
Luke smiled and said, "Find what you were looking for?"
Brett gave him a look and rode his horse away from him over to me, where he scoffed.
Luke was still smiling and walked right over to me like he had no idea who I am and grabbed a carrot from my sack without even looking and started feeding it to my horse, Bell.
I don't really remember much after that, probably because I blocked the memories out of my head, but I do remember Luke asking for a ride to the nearest town.
I thought Luke was a strange, interesting young man, so I obliged and made him ride with my least favorite crew member, Margot.
I turned my horse around and began riding to the farthest town that I could think of. I wasn't about to go to Cloddirt.
Cloddirt is where I grew up as a little girl. I loved the town so much, I used to pretend that I became the mayor of the dusty town and fed all the poor people that the current mayor never bothered to do. I pretended to ride a horse along my families property until I got to nowhere and found the man that I was looking for.
But those were just dreams that never came true. One day, my father had asked me to go to the next town over to get some milk and bread, because everyone in Cloddirt went to get food and water because ours was too poor and dried up to have anything planted, and I went, happy to be doing something other than chores. At the time, I was only thirteen years old and I was so innocent.
But then I came back with the bread and milk and walked into the doorway of my rusty, rotten wooded house and dropped the gallon milk and bread, which spilled all over the bloody ground where my father and three brothers were laying, dead, their bodies all sliced in the same way. I sank to my knees, tear rolling fast down my face and all over the floor as I cradled my father in my arms. My mother had died giving birth to me thirteen years before my father and three brothers died, and now I had no one to take care of me, even though I usually took care of myself and father and my brothers. I was all alone, and I later realized that my father had purposefully sent me to the town, making up an excuse to buy milk and bread when he knew he would die.
I remember father had been distracted all that day and so were my brothers, but they were only that way because of my father. They never liked it when father acted like