Rosalie Harper is your average teenage girl with extremely wealthy parents. Before she starts Year 11, she moves from her home in Harrogate to Ackley Bridge to be around her family's friends, the Nawaz Family. She attends Stanley Nun High School bef...
"Rose, time to wake up sweetheart," My Mum's soothing voice coos into my ear. I stir and shift in my bed, I turn my head a little to see Mum sat on my bed, smiling down at me and stroking my hair. I've always been my more of my Mum's girl, even if I have got my Dad wrapped around my finger.
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I sit up so I'm leaning into her, she reaches over and grabs a mug from my desk, she hands me a cup of coffee, just how I like it.
"So are you looking forward to today?" She asks.
"A little bit I guess," I reply, my mind drifting off to Cory, he said he's starting the same year as me at the same school so we might see each other again.
"Rose, I know that you never wanted to leave, but this is a fresh start, for all of us. We should learn to embrace it, not cling to the past with hopes that it will come flooding back. We've turned over a new leaf, let's make the most of it," she says with a smile on her face, still looking down at me.
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"I know Mum," I smile back at her, she brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my forehead.
"You best be getting ready, you have to be drop dead gorgeous on your first day," she chuckles and stands up. I laugh and nod my head. She walks out. I get out of my bed and put my coffee on my desk. I go into my walk in wardrobe, my new uniform consists of a white shirt, a grey jumper, a black skirt, black tights and black shoes, the black blazer is optional so I'm not going to where it. I straighten my hair and do my usual skin routine and natural make up. Then, I grab my black coat and black high heel booties from my walk-in wardrobe.
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