Rebel, Rebel.

A/N: Haha, I have no idea.. Just one of those irrepresible needs to get your words out on the world wide web. Not particularly good.. But blah.
I think this is one of the first times I've written something after picking the title.
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lol?

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Rebel, Rebel.

His legs swing over the fence with the easy grace of the perfectly attuned.
The bag on his shoulder is light and the music playing in his ears is soft, for once.
Don’t want to wake up the neighbours.
Don’t want to wake up the Goddamn nosy neighbours.

He darts lithely across the courtyard and spots the last fence a few yards away.
Crunch.
He winces. Stupid, noisy dry leaves.
He holds perfectly still for the moment to pass.
No one heard.
Asleep in their beds, the lumpy potato sacks disguised as humans.
Deaf, dumb and blind to the world.
His world.

A blithe laugh escapes his chapped lips and he hurries along.

As he traverses the last fence, a foreign sense of freedom ensconces him.

Laughing at the cliché, as he runs towards the setting sun, his tie loose around his neck, he bathes in the glory of finally being free.

"Soy libre!" he shouts to himself, turning his liberated back on the life that would never know he was gone..

Love me two times, baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times, girl
I'm goin' away
Love me two times, girl
One for tomorrow
One just for today
Love me two times
I'm goin' away..