Rebellion

My second post this year. I know this start of new year has ups and downs already. I have experienced, experiencing and will experience failure, betrayal, disappointment and sadness to name a few. I've been a rebel. I know I'm a rebel. I cannot take myself on the majority. Majority isn't always right --- at times. I always remember myself back then. I've been a rebel since then.

When I'm in my 10th grade, my fight for myself has been escalated. My friends are demoted to our rival section. I cannot defend myself --- 'cause I'm only one. I found my ally --- have a heart of a rebel. She, yes, she. She's been at her rebellion for 4 years while I have been in my rebellion for 2 years. I  joined in her crusade. Mutualism, we say. We are  in each other's hands. Helping each other. Yeah, we've been through highs and lows. We have shared stories and understood each other. She have a boyfriend back then. Now, they're married. We helped each other. Why we rebel? We are rebelling against our classmates. Our class, We're so tired of their whines and self proclaiming righteousness. I'm so tired of their God-calling and worshipping while their attitude sucks great time. I'm so tired of their strategies, Of their inconsistencies and failure.

Courage is the key. 

Another friend of mine got into our rebellion. He's quiet and he hates our class back then. Plasticity, pride an lack of respect and understanding urged him to join us. His reasons --- were almost the same with us.  We are having our mission to attack them backwards. Backstabbing is the battle. Exchanging of the same opinions and points of view. We have reminisced the peak of our rebellion when our friend was on our side. Now, they're gone. We have to keep moving. We have to fight to let them know what's wrong in what they always do. I've been a rebel, not through guns and bombs but papers and pen. I used my pen to let the world know what kind of life I've been through. Thanks to the Internet for its availability. I can now say what I feel. Here in Blogger, I posts things about the errors of the people around me. In Wattpad, I made characters to symbolize them to show to the people that every people you meet. There's a lesson you learned. I killed them in my sorry. I wish I could do that in reality.

A pen acts like a sword.

My friend, the girl with a rebel heart tells the bullshits of our class to her friends and relatives. Yes, she is a friendly one, opposite and contrary to what our classmates described her. She make friends. She'll tell our story and our classmates. Even her boyfriend understands us. My classmate, the silent one; I'm hoping that he may get ways to tell how bad our life is. There are 44 in our class. There are 38 of them, the majority. 2 of them absorbed to the rival section and 3 of them are us,  are rebels and one of them are neutral.

Recently, I took a picture with a guy I admire [in studies]. I had hope, it'll get uploaded soon but one of my classmate deleted our picture for some bullshit reasons. I'm very mad at that time but still  managed to smile. I told it to my comrades and helped me to get another picture with the guy. Yeah, that's why I love them.

Taking selfie. 

I know this is just only part of my life I've been through. We, the rebels of our class, is still fighting against this cruel life of this world. We are the rebellion.

Rebellion is the ignition for the spreading of the truth.