CHARLOTTE
iMessage
Charlotte: hey, congrats on the new phonee <3
wanna celebrate at starbucks?
Rosemary: okay :)
when?
Charlotte: i'm free @ 2?
Rosemary: see you then :)
Charlotte: gr8!!
read 11:27 a.m.
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At 2:30 p.m., Rosemary got a call.
She frowned, pausing the YouTube short she had been watching, seeing it was Charlotte. With a smile, she picked up. "Hi," she said.
"Did you forget?" Charlotte's voice came out weird, and Rosemary heard a lot of background noise. "We were supposed to meet at Starbucks thirty minutes ago!"
"We were?" Rosemary frowned, trying to recall when they had set the time. "When did we agree to this?"
"Like, four hours ago," Charlotte deadpanned. "You actually forgot?"
"I did," Rosemary said, surprised. "I'm so sorry, Charlotte! I'll come right now—" she blabbed, getting up.
"No," Charlotte stopped her. "I'm almost home. Just, are you okay, Rosie?"
"I am," she groaned. "I have no idea how I forgot. I was just watching YouTube shorts on my phone—"
"YouTube shorts?" Charlotte laughed. "You know those get really addicting, right? Seems like you already are, though."
There was no bitterness in her voice; it was light and teasing, and Rosemary knew that Charlotte meant no harm with her words.
"I guess," Rosemary replied. "Do you want to hang out somewhere right now?"
"Sure," Charlotte agreed. "Just not the park, yeah? I don't want to run into that idiot Jackson again."
"Me neither," Rosemary agreed, remembering the last time she'd seen him. She couldn't forget the way he looked at her, with unleashed rage swimming in his eyes.
Don't you ever mention my mom again.
"So, how about the library? The tiny one near your house?" Charlotte suggested.
Rosemary smiled. "Okay. See you in a few?"
"Yeah," her friend replied, hanging up.
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When Rosemary entered the library, her face lit up at the sight of a short, dark-haired boy with round glasses. "James?" she cried, her feet running to him as she circled her arms around his neck.
"Rose," he replied, trying to swing her around, like people did in the movies. Except, James was short, almost Rosemary's height, so they just toppled over, their shoulders painfully hitting the shelves. But they laughed, and a librarian had to shush them.
They sat at a table, big smiles on their faces. "Where's Charlotte?" Rosemary asked brightly.
James's smile faltered. "She, uh, she called me, telling me that she'd be a little late. She said to keep you company...for a while."
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General FictionA game against time. A story of sibling love. Would it be all right at the end? At twelve years old, Rosemary Miller had been part of an accident that had sent her into a coma for two years. Two years later, when she woke up, she wasn't the same...
