It was one of my favorite days of the month. Every month I'd wait like a child on Christmas Eve anticipating the wonders of the next day, Adoption Day. Oh how I loved it, no one ever speared me a second glance as I always basked in my glory of rejection. How I favored that day and so did my sarcasm.
So being for real, without the sarcasm, I loathed that day. If there was any word stronger than hate I'd use it.like I said no one ever adopted me or ever debated on it. I had nothing to lose since I was used to rejection and the fact that I had no friends meant not having to be upset that one of them might be leaving. I sat in my usual corner contemplating on weather or not I should sneak off to the music room down the hall.
No one ever noticed me so I guess no one would miss the fact that I was gone so I did. When no one was looking, I turned and made a bee line for the door when a soft and smooth voice filled my ears. "Aren't you a cutie," the person stated. When I turned around she was picking up a red headed five year old. The way she smiled at her made my heart flutter, the love and warmth in her eyes were admirable. It reminded me of when I was with my foster family my foster mom used to look at me that way. I shook the bitter sweet memories away as I opened and closed the mahogany door and raced down the hallway.
On my arrival, I tripped over a tuba that was lying in the middle of the floor.the head lady of the house was cleaning today. Great. I love her to pieces and she treats me the best around here, how peachy I ran into her. There I go with the sarcasm again. "Hello Bows," she greeted, I cringed at the sound of what was supposed to be my name. Bows, really. "Hi Mrs. Carrel, it's Rose by the way.
"Oh I love roses, what flowers do you like Goes?" She chirped.
I narrowed my eyes at her before releasing a defeated sigh, "I'm just going to practice a little and then I'll leave, " I answered. Sh shook her head in response and continued cleaning the drums in front of her. I started playing My favorite song, See You Again. Ever since I watched Fast and Furious 7 and heard the song I fell in love with it. I was good at piano, really good, I could sing too. I even wrote my own songs sometimes. It was a good way to let go and express myself. The hate I felt, my suicidal thoughts, all the rejections I had gone through. I even once wrote a song that actually helped me stop cutting.
Mrs. Carrel nodded her head as I began singing the chorus:
It's been a long day
Without you my friend
But I'll tell you all about it
When I see you again
We've come a long way
From where we've been
Oh I'll tell you all about it
When I see you again
When I see you again
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oooooooooooooooo
When I see you aga-
And just as I was about to sing the last note a familiar voice finished it for me, making me cringe in anger. I was fuming when I heard that feminine voice. As she chuckled I clenched my jaw. "Rosey darling I've missed you," she stated as she threw her hands around me. I shook them off and pushed her away just as fast as the embrace began. I turned around to see my ex Foster mother's pained expression that was quickly replace with a smile I could tell was fake. She turned to Mrs. Carrel and declared, "I'm here to re-adopt Rosey here," Mrs. Carrel eyes snapped before replying, "I'm sorry miss, but we don't have an orphan named Rosey,"
"Exactly," I piped in
"Manners Ms. Pose!" Mrs. Carrel snapped. I rolled my eyes at the fail attempt of calling my name.
"The girl on the piano," my ex Foster mom clarified
"Oh You mean Snow, sure I'll have the paperwork done for you," Mrs. Carrel chirped as she scurried out of her room and to her office next door leaving me with the devil in the flesh. Sophie wasn't all that bad, matter of fact she wasn't bad at all, she was a really good Foster mom to me. Some how I just really couldn't get past the fact she turned her back on me when I needed her the most.
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As I loaded my suitcase into the back of her Subaru, I couldn't help frown plastered in my face. I was leaving one hell hole to go to another. I have a life any teenage girl would kill for. By now you'd realize sarcasm is something I use regularly. As I opened the back door and quickly sat inside I glanced upwards only to see Sophie's hazel eyes staring at me intensely through the rear view mirror. I shrugged it off knowing the worst was yet to come. This was going to be the longest, most excruciating hour and a half of my life. I set the timer on my watch after checking the time. One o' clock in the afternoon.
As we pulled out of carpark and onto the main road, I remembered a significant puzzle piece, Sophia had a habit of driving very slowly, and as an old lady sped pass them on her scooter on the sidewalk, I threw my head back and let out a silent yet frustrated sigh. Make that hour and a half two hours and a half.
So chapter 2 is up!! Hooray!!
1)Who feels sorry for Rose? 2)What's gonna happen in those two and a half hours? 3)Where are they going? 4)What's gonna happen next? 5)Will I ever stop asking you questions?
Answers:
I do (question 1)
Find out in the next chapter (questions 2-4)
Probably not (question 5)
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