The Disguised Bad Girl

Chapter 3 || Get through - EDITED

When I came home, Rose was stood in the kitchen at the stove, a pan in her hand. I knew what she was making, because as soon as I walked in to the kitchen the smell of my favourite omelette hits me.

Aside from the delicious pancakes, Rose was also the best at making omelettes, and when she moved her a couple of years ago - I found that, not only was she an amazing person, who cares for us kids like we were her own, she also was the best cook ever.

"How was school?" She asks, grabbing a plate from the draws. I place my bag on the stool and take a seat.

I shrug my shoulders. "It was okay," I tell her, not wanting to disappoint her. When I originally wanted to change my entire image, Rose was the first one up for the idea and she helped me in any possible way, and the thought of letting her down on the second day of school, was not something I wanted.

"Good." She pauses, grabbing a tissue and wiping her hands. "It's great to see you healthy and looking a lot more better, plus, I think you're getting the hang of it anyway. Soon enough it won't be an act."

"It's hard." I tell her, "I'm so used to the life I had before, that I'm unconsciously doing things and later realising that I shouldn't have said it, because it could potentially ruin the whole image." I say, honestly.

She hums, nodding her head in understanding. "It will all be worth it." She places a light kiss on my forehead.

"I hope so."

* *

When night dawned upon us, I found myself looking through my scrapbook. It was something I did quite often, I had a few scrapbooks, most of them held tons of memories from when I was young and when there wasn't a thing to worry about.

Summer 2010 - Mums birthday!!!

I remembered the time we took this picture. We were all stood around the fire, that we made on the beach. We had gone to the our summer house back in Florida, and it was mums birthday. Dad always tried to make her birthday the best it could possibly be, because they both travelled a lot and so they rarely had the whole family together.

My hair was tied up, and my curly baby hairs were stood up. I was wearing my bathing suit but had a white see through dress on top. I was 14 at the time, and I remembered seeing a ton of hot guys on the beach, and wanting to impress them endlessly. And so I took out my favourite bathing suit in attempt to impress them but of course, they just saw me as a little girl who was cute.

I missed those days when we were all together, me, my brothers and my parents.

Closing the book, I put it back in on top of the pile of scrapbooks in my side cabinet. Before j grab my phone and scroll through Instagram and Facebook.

* *

School the next day, was worse than the day before. I had walked in expecting it to be a better day, but instantly I was the talk of the school. According to Sara, everyone thought I was the nerd who was secretly wild in bed, and also had a massive crush on Chase.

I laughed it off, shaking my head and taking a seat at the table. Sara had introduced me to Melanie, who was also one of her closest friends and seemed pretty cool.

"So, what really is going on between you and him." Melanie asks, grimacing. It was clear that she did not like him, for some unforeseen reason.

"Nothing," I say, throwing my hands in the air, before running them through my hair. "It's so annoying, because now everyone thinks I'm after him or I'm some freak."