Rose shelby. The youngest shelby. She is the pride and joy of their fucked up family.
This book is one shots of rose and the brothers. She will be the same age (5) up until the chapter "becoming a woman" . Not following the whole story line as I ca...
Michael had walked me to school today. It was a Friday so just had to survive today before the weekend. With a hug and a kiss goodbye, my cousin left me to enter the school gates. Just as I put my foot inside the school grounds, I heard a weird noise. Abit like a grunt but higher pitched. More like a squeal. Baffled, I scanned the area around me looking for the source of the noise but no culprit could be found. And so I continued into school, the squeal could be heard again. That was it. Curiosity got the better of me and I realised that it wouldn't matter if I was late to class if a monster would come and eat us anyway. So I had to find the noise to know it wasn't something evil. I ran outside the school gates and followed the noise. As I entered and alley near the school, something came running towards me.
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A pig. My eyes widened with joy as my heart melted at the poor creatures eyes. Its snout stuck up at me adorably. Tiny ears sat ontop of its head and its eyes were filled with sadness and desperation. Despite its cuteness, the poor thing had clearly been badly treated or atleast been lost for a good few weeks. I lifted the tiny pig into my arms and cradled what I now knew as a him close to my chest. That seemed to stop the squealing for the time being. No owner was in sight and it didn't look like anyone was missing a pig. I wanted to keep this tiny ball of cuteness so bad but my brothers and aunt pol would never allow me to get a pig. The poor thing would be slautered if I gave him away away and I am not so cruel that i would leave him out here to die of cold. Screw my brothers. The pig was coming with me.
I never went to school that day and instead, went home to take care of the pig. No one seemed to be in so I would use the back key under the flower pot. The pig needed something to drink but as I put a bowl of milk infront of him, I realised he was too small to do it himself. So I searched the house for a baby bottle. I eventually found one that belonged to Karl but he didn't need it anymore.
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I fed the pig with the milk and he was finally drinking something. The pig would sleep in my bed and stay in my room when I wasn't there. And I would walk the pig when I knew my family were all in the house. That was the plan.
And so that I did. It has been 5 months after I first found casper (my pig) and no one knew about him. I would say that is a success. Casper still drank out of a bottle which made my life so much harder. I had to run home at lunch time and climb through the window to feed my pig before running back to school again. And I had to make sure I was at the school gates to be picked up even if I skived off to look after casper otherwise they would know something is up and get worried of my whereabouts.
