Marshmallow love

Chapter 1

I lay in my room, scribbling in my messy handwriting as music blasted through my headphones.

The square root of 7.45 divided by 7 multiplied by 6 is....

What was it? I couldn't remember. I never listened in math class. My teacher irritated me on another level. I remember one lesson I had with him. I believe it was one of my first days at my secondary school. I was 11 at the time, young and excited to learn. My math teacher made me come up to the front to answer some algebra question.
"Rosita, come here and work this math problem out."
I slowly rose up from my desk and made my way to the front. Taking the chalk from him I took a deep breath and stared at the board. The numbers jumped around in my head, forming different equations. I was trying my best to figure it out when I heard someone call;
"HURRY UP SLUG"
Tears formed in my eyes as the same boy threw more insults at me. Mr Helkiner stood there, practically growling at me.
"Yes, hurry up! The bell is about to go and you still haven't even started! You know what, go sit down useless girl! I'll get someone else to help me"

Not really the best start to my new school. But enough about that. I'm Rosita. Rosita Jared. I was born in La "grande" terre dite de Paris. I moved to England when I was 7, and I have been living here ever since. I have a younger sister and - well - I did have a father. But he left to go overseas and we haven't heard from him since. We used to get letters every other day, but after a while they became less frequent. My mother works from very early to very late at night at the nearby hospital, so I'm usually in charge of the house. I'm a year or two away from my GCSE's, so you can imagine the stress. I have to cook tea, clean the house, wash the clothes, keep my little sister healthy and warm as well as looking after myself and studying. I have few friends at school, but I don't really spend time with them. I spend most of my time in the Art Room. I'm doing Art in GSCE's you see- I have this life long dream of becoming perhaps a fashion designer or something along those lines. I can sew, crotchet, etc. I've had a go at making a dress before but it was for my build-a-bear twilight sparkle stuffed toy. And I was quite young then. You can imagine how that went , a 9 year old trying to sew a dress. Yeah, caused a few accidents here and there. Nothing major though.

I like fluffy and sweet things - cats, cozy blankets, pink marshmallows. Especially pink marshmallows. Mary (my sister) often tells me I stink heavily of marshmallows as well as strawberry perfume. Do I mind? No. I like that scent. I also love sports and running. It takes my mind off things. There are a few things I dislike though. First of all, I detest Geography and Computer Science. The teachers are fine I'm just not good at either of those things. I'm more of a fille d'histoire. I hate dogs. You can despise me as much as you like but I got attacked by a bulldog when I was younger. I've been too scared to go near one ever since.

I'm hopeless at love though - that's the thing. I've been rejected many a times. And my one boyfriend cheated on me then dumped me. Every time I do get rejected I also get some free bullies to follow me around and make life a misery.

But there is this one boy in a few of my classes. His name is Quinn Jeanes. Quinn is your typical "bad boy" of the school. He's been suspended a few times and has lots of warnings. He's got bushy brown hair and brown eyes that look golden in the sunlight. Any girls dream. Of course, if he was a good student I would be head over heels for him. But I was often shocked at his hateful comments, so good luck with that.

I have school tomorrow so I place my work to one side and got changed speedily. I tied my hair up and climbed into the warm sheets. As I drifted off the waves of sleep engulfed me.

Authors note: Sorry if this is a bit boring or bad, it's like midnight and I have covid.
Chapter 2 soon. Luv you all, bye!! <3