Reginald Peters always wanted a little sister...little did he know that eight years after he died his wish would come true. Now in the year 2020, Rosalina gets a '911' text from her best friend, Julie Molina, and has a crazy, supernatural, run in wi...
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
The next morning Rosa woke up, snuggled up in her blankets with her arms wrapped around her stuffed pig. She smiled down at the pig, setting it on her pillow as she stretched. She rubbed her eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight that was peeking in from her window. She threw the blanket off herself, kicking her legs off the side of the bed. She slipped on her black fuzzy slippers. And throwing her hair back into its messy bun, since it fell out sometime during the night.
She quickly used the bathroom, brushed her teeth, changed and then slowly trudged down the stairs, dreading the conversation she was about to have. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." Noah jokes, as Ro sat down at the table, where the rest of the household were already sitting, eating pancakes. "Morning." She mumbled, filling her plate. Laura shared a look with her husband. "So...ready to talk?" She asked. Ro sighed, buttering her pancakes.
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"Not really, but whatever." She shrugged. "Sweetheart...we're not mad about you being in a band." Laura started. Ro's head shot up to look at her mother as she furrowed her brows. "You're not?" She questioned. "No, honey." Laura shook her head. "We just wish you would have talked to us about it." Noah spoke. "Yeah, and we'd love to see you guys play." Laura added, smiling at her daughter.
Rosa's eyes widened, as she stopped chewing. "Uh, I don't...I don't think that's the best. We're not even that good." She stuttered, laughing awkwardly as she finally swallowed her food. "Nonsense!" Noah exclaimed. "Kevin was telling us how amazing your band is." Laura added. "Was he now?" Ro asked, looking over at her step-brother with a tight lipped smile. Kevin avoided her gaze, as he looked down at his plate. "He did." Laura and Noah nodded.
"Well, I guess...I'll, uh, let you guys know when we have our next gig." Ro replied, with a forced smile, roughly stabbing her pancake. 'Great!" Laura cheered, pouring herself some more orange juice. "Great." Ro mumbled, glaring over at her brother, who gulped down his milk. After breakfast Kevin and Rosa help Laura clean up the kitchen, while Noah gets ready for work. "You two will be on your own for the rest of the day. They need me to come in to work and train the new gal." Laura said, placing the last of the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
