It was now the end of another school day.
Rosie barely made it through the day as she was feeling poorly throughout the whole day.
"I have to go to that funeral care now." She thought as she walked.
"Rosie!" Someone called.
The white haired girl turned around to see who it was.
"Oh, hey Freya. Hi Edith." She waved.
"Do you wanna walk home with us?" Asked Freya.
"Aww, I would go, but I have to go somewhere now. I'm really sorry!" Rosie replied.
Edith looked at Freya with a concerned expression.
"Hey Rosie, have you been feeling well these past few days? I don't know...You seem to be...Well...Paler, and you...You're really skinny as well...Did something happen that we need to know about?" Edith inquired.
Rosie looked at her for a moment, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine! I guess it's just my illness coming back again...Always seems to come back at the worst time."
"What!? Don't tell me you're gonna miss school for another 2 months again!" Freya gasped.
Rosie laughed,
"Don't worry, I won't. It doesn't seem too bad this time round. Anyways, I have to get going now, bye! See you guys tomorrow!" Said Rosie as she walked off.
She continued to walk down the street until she reached the funeral care.
She began to look around.
"Hm, there's no one there. He still might be at school then or something. I guess I'll just wait here then." Rosie thought to herself as she waited near the funeralcare and watched as people walked past.
A while later, she noticed an old woman with blonde hair walk towards the funeralcare.
"Ugh, it's still not open!? You know what? I give up on this damned funeral company. I'm definitely leaving it a 1 star review. A funeral company being run by a damn teenager...Ridiculous!" She muttered under her breath as she walked off.
Rosie then looked at the sign which contained the opening times.
"Hmm...It says it opens at 4pm...It's 4:05 right now. If he doesn't arrive in 5 more minutes, I might leave." She thought as she folded her arms.
Two minutes had passed by, Rosie suddenly noticed a black haired boy walking to the funeralcare.
"Alexander!" Rosie waved.
"Just call me Alex...Also, hi!" He replied.
"Hello. You said you wanted to discuss some things, right?" Rosie asked.
Alex nodded as he took off his bag, his coat and blazer and hung it on the wall. He then walked to the counter and sat by the computer.
"Come over here." Said Alex.
Rosie walked to him and stood in front of him.
"Do you have a phone?" Alex inquired.
Rosalynn nodded.
"Why?" She asked.
"Alright..."
He took out a card, which looked like a business card and started writing something on a small piece of paper.
He then handed both papers to Rosie, to which she looked at him in confusion.
"Huh? What's all this for?" She questioned.
"Well, the business card provides the number for the funeralcare, so we can have a more advanced communication. And my personal number, just in case I'm not available here...And honestly...If-If you know...Need any help, feel free to contact me or something." He explained awkwardly.
Rosie gave him a perplexed look.
"Umm...Ok? Thanks, I guess..."
"What is he trying to do with all this?" The white haired girl thought.
"Anyways, I wanted to talk about the cost of all this. And also how many people you're inviting to the funeral." Said Alex.
"Oh...I forgot about that...Umm..."
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Parasitic relationship
RomantizmParasitic relationship - one in which one organism, the parasite, lives off of another organism, the host, harming it and possibly causing death. A girl who not many people liked. A girl who was always bullied by others. A girl who was always sick. ...
