Rosie-Jane Mayron. The oldest daughter of Sarah and Dusty Mayron.
She has had to deal with a lot of rubbish from her Dad but he is still her Dad.
What happens when her Dad comes back only to be faced with a better and more capable father figure? Th...
P.S. The pick up top is what I believe her bedroom would look like cause why not
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Rosie's POV:
"Ow dammit." I groan as my brush hits another knot in my hair. "How's it even get like this?" I pull harder and the knot is finally gone. Thank god cause I was so close to just cutting it out.
"Rosie." My little sister, Megan walks into my room with a piece of paper in her hand.
"Hey Meggie. What you got there?" I ask. She walks over and shows me her drawing. It's a picture of Mum, Dylan, Megan and me all happy while Brad is standing a little way off with a knife in his eye and poop on his head.
"What do you think?" She asks.
"It's a good one. Is that animal or human poop on his head?" I ask her.
"Homeless man poop. The knife is cause you put that fork in his hand on Christmas." She explains making me laugh. Yeah, I did that. It's even more impressive that I got him from the other end of the table. "Do you think Brad is gonna like it?"
"Yeah. I think so. If he doesn't we'll find some dog poop and put it in his sandwich." I say making her giggle. "Ok. Scoot. I gotta get dressed for school." She scurries out, most likely to the kitchen.
Well, I guess I gotta get ready for school. Uuuugh!
I should probably introduce myself. Hi, I'm Rosie-Jane Mayron. I am 13 years old and am pretty much living in a nightmare. My Mum married a douche called Brad who are both always on my back about being nicer and to try and get more hobbies outside of skateboarding. Once he toned down the super happy chappy routine, he actually became kinda ok. He's still a douche though.
My Dad left when I was 8 and all we ever get from him is a rare phone call. So yeah, life is great and now I gotta get ready for school or what I call, my second nightmare!
—-------Time Skip—-------
I've been home from school for a little while and Mum is forcing me to do my homework. I suck at school and think homework should be banned so I am having a blast.
Dylan is crying about something on the kitchen counter with Mum trying to talk to him. He won't tell any of us what's going on so we can't help him. He only wants to talk to Brad which to me seems like the strangest thing. Who the hell wants to talk to him?
"Hello. I'm home." Speak of the devil. Here he comes to save the day.
"Hey." Mum calls back, still comforting Dylan.
"How was the, uh...what's wrong?" Brad asks as he sees Dylan upset.
"He won't talk to me. He said he only wants to talk to you." Mum explains.
"You want to talk to me? Really?" Brad asks in disbelief. Yeah, Dylan and Meghan usually come to me or Mum when they are upset. Brad is a very last resort.
"Mmm-hmm." Dylan says with his head in his arms.
"You mean me and your mum?" Brad questions with a stupid look on his face.
"Mmm-mmm." Dylan says meaning no.
"Just me? By myself?" Brad questions again, somehow with an even more stupid look on his face. I can see in his eyes that he's getting emotional about it. Ew.
"Mmm-hmm." Dylan says this time meaning yes.
"Sure. I'm...i'm totally free. Let's go to the den. We'll sit there." Brad says as he and Dylan walk into the den.
"That man has some serious emotional problems." I say to Mum.
"Just the opposite actually honey. Brad is one of those rare men who has the capability of expressing himself without being embarrassed or ashamed. You want a guy like that baby." Mum says in a really weird, spiritually deep voice. She uses that voice when she wants us to learn something from what she is saying. It's gross.
"I think I just threw up in my mouth a little." I tell her with a disgusted face. She just shakes her head and starts making dinner.
