This is Rosey (Rose)
If I could describe myself in one word would be different. I'm one of a kind that's for sure, but if I you were to ask 'Queen Bee' of my school, Lacey Duligan, she would say words that shant be said.
'Beep Beep Beep'
"Shizz." I groan. I hate school, I hate people, "Rosey!" My dad yells, "Get up!" He calls again. Its 5:45am, great to early to be awake. I get up out of my, oh so comfy, bed and some how make it safely to the shower.
After I was washed and shaved, I got dressed into my wonderful black skinny jeans, and navy blue long sleeve shirt.
"Looks lovely." A british voice says behind me. "Harold, you cheeseball." I gasp. "Cheeseball?" He questions.
"Cheeseball." I repeat.
"Anyhoo, why are you here?" I ask.
"What, I'm not aloud to come see my beautiful girlfriend?"
"Well I wouldn't say beautiful." He frowns and crosses the room wrapping his arms around me from behind once he reaches me. He moves my hair to the other shoulder and starts sweetly but shortly kissing my neck.
"Harry, stop trying to seduce me and drive me to school."
He laughs then says, "Alright then let's go."
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere far away from here
RandomThe world is bad. That's what my dad tells me. I know he's right. I choose not to listen. I don't like the life I live. Or the world I live in. Doesn't mean I'm not going to live life to the fullest.
