My Not So Happily Ever After

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Did I feel bad that I could have sent a crazed serial killing murderer after Kaitlin? No, life was too short to worry about every single little detail. It's better to just sit back and watch the cards fall where they may, or as people frequently tell me why waste your time playing with rubbish instead of smelling the roses.

Either way my philosophy was still the same; you live until you die, so make the most of living.

The saying was tattooed all over my room, a white life ring in a sea of black. People say you can tell a lot about a person by the colour of their walls, black simply means protection and mystery. My foster family have often joked that it was to protect other people from me and the mystery was because I never knew my real parents, but it doesn't take a genius to work out that they were probably hormonal teenagers that had a drunken one night stand and thought bring the baby into the world to be put into the foster system was the best thing ever.

They were wrong.

You don't want to hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.

There is thunder in our hearts, baby.

So much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both ma-

"ROSE SMITH! Turn that bloody music down this instant and come down for dinner!" My current foster mother yelled.

As Heather went she wasn't a horrible person she just wasn't ready to look after a 17 year old teenager. Let alone one with trust issues and behavioural problems.

But I did try to be good.

What more could she ask for?

"matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill

You and me, be running up that hill

You and me won't be unhappy." I continued the song softly as a charged my way down the stairs, jumping the last three steps and sliding around the corner in my sock clad feet. To arrive in front of Chris, Heather and Mikey as they each started to dig into their own meals.

I couldn't help but turn my nose up at the Chicken Casserole, but sticking to my motto, I ate the crispy filo pastry from the top and dug around for pieces of chicken, skillfully avoiding the onions, mushrooms and carrots.

"So Rose the school phoned." The word 'again' just begged to be added to the end of the sentence, hardly a meal time went by when we didn't end up discussing my behavioural record.

"Really?" I don't even bother to look up from the leek that I'm pushing around on my plate.

"Yes." Anger and disappointment clear in Heather's voice. "They're saying that if you're attendance and attitude and your respect for teachers doesn't start to improve then they're going to have to expel you, and if they expel you then you're going to have to go to another foster home as there are no other schools that are around here that would take you. And due to your record I don't think another foster family would want you, right Chris?"

Chris's eyes flickered up from the potato he was about to shovel into his mouth as he muttered an '"oh yes" before looking back at his food.

I glance up at her, chewing my food while trying to look thoughtful. "OK, if I attempt to straighten up and fly right. What do I get?"

"Isn't staying with us and still attending school enough." Heather snapped.

Chris looked up and rolled his eyes at his wife before looking at me. "You can get a car."

"Sweet." I jump up from my seat and walk with my plate into the kitchen, where I can hear Heather furiously whispering "what the hell".

"And if I only could,

Make a deal with God,

And get him to swap our places," I bellowed out while keeping in time to the music, as I held my English book in my hand, scanning the page as I tried to take in as much crap about sweet Katerina as possible.

Oh Mickey, you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind,

Hey Mickey,

Hey Mickey,

"Hello?"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

I moved the phone away from my ear to stare at it in complete wonder as I took in the unknown number and the girly squeals.

"Who is this and how did you get my number?"

"Oh." The high girly voice sounded suddenly dejected. "It Kaitlin and you gave me your number last year, remember when I helped you with you homework."

I laugh softly to myself as I remembered the first ever time I started talking to Kaitlin, I'd gotten bored in a lesson and had no idea what so ever the teacher had been talking about and when I'd been asked to do the homework I'd zeroed in on sweet goody two shoes Kaitlin to help me with all my problems, and of course she was more than willing to help.

"You're right, how stupid of me. I suppose you called to thank me for a reason?"

"Hm, oh right yes." It was obvious from her voice that she was blushing.

"And."

"I just wanted to thank you for Adam?"

"What?" This had to be without a doubt the weridest conversation I'd ever had.

"You know, you talked me up. He came over to my house a couple hours ago with a bunch of rose and told me how I was extremely beautiful and he wanted to take me on a date. Isn't that -"

"Hold on. How did he know where you lived?"

"Oh, I don't know, but it doesn't matter anyway."

"OK, well I'm gonna go now."

"B-"

I hung up before I had to listen to another word, what the hell was wrong with some people? Not everyone wanted to know about everything that happens in their lives. Especially if it involves two people you don't really care about in the first place.

Throwing my phone on my bed, I raised my hands above my head and raised onto my tip toes to stretch out my back muscles, laying on my front always gives me back cramp.

Scanning myself in the mirror it didn't take a genius to work out that I needed to dye my hair again, I hated it when even the smallest amount of blonde became visible underneath my raven black hair dye, it made me feel weak, as if their was a crack in my bad ass facade.

It was a mask.

A shield.

It was my protection.