The Rebel

By Nathan Johnson

1. What does it mean to be a rebel? 2. Is it always bad to be a rebel? 3. Is this person in this story a good person or a bad influence? 4. Is he a typical rebel, or is he different from what most would perceive as a rebel? To answer these questions, you'll have to read and see! You might be surprised.

• Language: English
• Publisher: smashwords.com
• Release date: Feb 22, 2015
• ISBN: 9781463522605

Nathan Johnson

Nathan Johnson's was born Sept. 2, 1971, in Irving, TX. He grew up in Cedar Hill, TX and graduated from Cedar Hill High School. While there, he became interested in writing. He graduated in 1991 from Cedar Hill High School. He finished writing "The Rebel" in November 1991. After seven years of writing as a hobby, he took a break and focused on his education and career. He recieved an Associate Degree in Business Administration from Mountain View College in May 2000. In Aug. 2001, he started working for Immigration & Naturalization service (Later Department of Homeland Security), where he's currently employed. His passion was always present and after several years of employment, he resumed his favorite past time. In Jun. 2011, he self-publshed "The Rebel through Createspace.com and later smashwords.com. For the next two years, he began writing another novel called "Touch of Evil, Part 1." It was published through createspace.com and smashwords.com in June and July 2013, respectively. Shortly after, Tate Publishing decided to publish a manuscript of "The Rebel" he'd submitted. "The Rebel" was released through Tate Publishing on Jan. 7, 2014. He's currently working on "Touch of Evil Part 2."

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THE REBEL

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

THE REBEL

First edition. February 22, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Nathan Johnson.

ISBN: 978-1463522605

Written by Nathan Johnson.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

The Rebel

August 1957

Brewer Elementary School- January 1958

June 1959

January 1960- The Rebel Begins to Surface

February 1961. Home Again

January 1962- The Beginning of the Gang

The Arrest

Back to the Gang- Sept. 1962

January 1964. Mobile Alabama Detention Center

January 1964- The Worst Day of My Life

January 1965

September 1965

September 30, 1965- More Trouble for Daddy | Mobile, Alabama Detention Center

Two Weeks Later

Hoping for the Best

December 12, 1965. Daddy’s 2nd Restraining Order Violation

One Month Later

February 1966. Daddy Violates Protective Order Again

March 1966. Gang Leader, Butch Jones is killed.

May 1966. Daddy strikes again.

Daddy’s Past (1922-66)

June 20, 1966. FREE AT LAST!

July 1966

The Meeting

One Month Later, Daddy’s Back

December 12, 1966, Daddy is Arrested for Attempted Murder

June 16, 1967, Daddy is convicted on all counts.

August 1967, Times Are Changing.

Mobile County Jail, the Last Visit

The Theater, Six Weeks Later

The First Date-Things between Georgia and John Begin to Heat Up.

The Engagement | January 1968, Mobile Park

The Breakup

December 1968. The Consent

July 26, 1969. The Best Day of My Life

EPILOGUE | November 8, 1991

About the Author

Part One

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The Mistakes of a Parent: The Life of John Cooper from August 1957 to December 1961

August 1957

Hello, most of you don’t know me. Don’t worry, you will after I explain my case to you. My name is John Cooper. I am a successful businessman now but I was once a rebel, not one that necessarily caused trouble like you’d see one do. No, I was a rebel against my family values and was trying to make the best of a bad situation. It started when I was born on Mar. 27, 1949, in Birmingham, Alabama. I believe God put me on the earth to work toward good values in my family and in my home. I have an older brother, James, born May 14, 1947, and a younger brother, Joe, born Jun. 24, 1959. At the time, I felt James, and later Joe were spoiled and my dad blamed me for everything. I remember in the summer of 1957, James/I was on our way to the pond to fish. He never liked me tagging along:

Me: Hey James, where are you going?

James: Away from you.

Me: Why would you want to get away from me?

James: Because you’re an idiot.

Me: I haven’t done anything to you to deserve a comment like that! All I did was ask you a simple question!

James: Daddy!

Daddy: What the hell is going on out here? I’m trying to watch TV and I don’t have time for this!

James: "John is trying to pick a fight with me and I called you before I hit him!

Daddy: Okay John, go to your room and stay there until I tell you to come out! I want no part of this crap between you and James.

Me: Don’t you want to hear my part of the story?"

Daddy: NO! Go to your room, NOW!

It never failed. Every time James/I had this type of discussion daddy made me spend up to five hours in my room. There was always someone I had on my side, so I didn’t worry too much. That was Mama. When she got home, she’d bail me out:

Mama: Hello, where’s John? I usually see him running toward me when I get home. In fact, anytime he doesn’t I know you’ve done something. Now, what is it this time?

Daddy: I made him go to his room. He tried to start an argument with James and I didn’t want any part of it.

Mama: "Lord have mercy, why do you have to make poor John suffer all the time? We both know that James usually starts it. He probably asked him’ What do you need’ or ‘where are you going?’

Daddy: I really don’t give a damn! I never wanted John anyway, but you insisted and I was too dumb to put my foot down!

Mama: I’m going to get him out of that room and let him play, like a normal eight year old boy. Before I do, I’d like to say that you’re a terrible father and stink to the point of disbelief!

Daddy: I’ll only punish him worse you’re covering for him! He hasn’t even learned the beginning of how to deal with life yet!

I heard the argument from the bedroom and loved every minute of it. She told him exactly how she felt and I agreed; he was a lousy father. He didn’t care about anything but himself. I always trusted mama in that regard. Every time I got sent to my room I’d just have to wait for her to tell me it was okay to come out. My daddy was mean and I knew I would have to get away from him someday. An example leading up to this is explained on the playground a few months later. A bully by the name of Bruce Jones was trying to get my friend Jimmy to eat dirt.

Brewer Elementary School- January 1958

Bruce: What’s the matter,