*Rosalie's POV*
I pushed a piece of my hair back from my face and chewed on the end on my pencil. I stared down at the letter on my desk. How could I start this letter? I slowly put my pencil on the paper and started to write.
Dear Matthew,
I don't really know how to start this letter. I just wanted to say I miss you. Everyday, I think about you. How is it there? Did you make new friends yet? Have you seen your grandpa at all? I am sorry, I just have so many questions. I really hope I see you soon. I have been thinking about visiting you, it's just not the same without you here.
It has been almost a month since you left. That is crazy to think about. I miss you living right next door to me, that was fun. How do you feel these days? Do you like the new place? I hope you are truly having the best time. I don't know why I am actually writing this letter. You won't write back anyways, you are too busy. Well, I should get going. Bye Matthew. I love you so much. You are still my best friend, by the way. I just hope you don't forget about me.
Love,
Rosalie
I wiped away the tears that streamed down my face and put my pencil down. I started to put the letter into an envelope, until I heard a knock at the door. I quickly stuffed the letter into the back of my drawer.
"Rosie? It is time for dinner." My father's voice said through the door. "A-alright." My voice cracked and I got up from my seat and rubbed my eyes.
I made my way down the stairs and sat down at the table, where a heaping bowl of steaming spaghetti sat in the middle. I eyed it while my dad scooped some on his plate.
"Rosalie, aren't you going to eat?" He question and raised his eyebrow. My stomach growled loudly and I covered it up with a cough.
"No, I am not really hungry. Maybe later," I replied and started to get up.
"Now hold on, that wasn't a question. What I meant to say is that you are going to eat your dinner," My father demanded. I sighed and plopped back down in my chair. I grabbed a small amount of spaghetti and restrained myself from eating it all in one bite. I tried my hardest to pretend I didn't like it.
To be honest, my father made the best spaghetti. He was Italian, so he did have that special touch when he made food. I pushed my food around and got up a couple minutes. "Okay, I am done now." I quickly walked out of the room before my father could protest.
I walked upstairs to my room and dug through my drawer, looking for my letter. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I sealed the envelope. Now, where do I send it to? I don't even know where Matthew is. I opened my window and a cold blast of air creeped into my room.
I climbed onto the roof and scooted my way over by the tree in my side yard. On that tree was where Matthew and I's tree house was. Well, he left so it's just mine now. I climbed onto the small ladder and made my way into the tree house.
I haven't been in this thing for months, wow. It had cobwebs in the corners and the papers on the walls were ripped and smeared because of the recent rain. I stuck the envelope in one of the cracks in the floor and made my way back to my room. I couldn't stand to be in here for another second.
I started to grab onto one of the branches, but I flinched at what I felt under my hand. I looked down and it was remains of a rope. Oh my gosh, it was where rope that Matthew used to...
My breathing increased and I scrambled back onto the roof and into my room.
I tried to calm down, but I just couldn't. I clutched my chest and choked back a cry. I grabbed the corner of my desk and sank into the floor while a loud cry escaped my lips. I cried and cried for an hour. I just couldn't stop.
All of a sudden, someone knocked at the door. "Rosalie? Come in my bedroom please. I need to talk to you," my dad said.
"Okay, I will be there in a minute," I replied and got up slowly and stood in front of the mirror. My curly, red hair was a mess. My makeup was running everywhere. My choclate brown eyes were bloodshot. I smiled at my hair for a second, a faint memory of mom. I had gotten my red hair from my mom, who was Irish.
I took a tissue and wiped off the remaining makeup. I rubbed at my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair before I made my way to my dad's room. I found my father sitting at his desk, with his reading glasses perched at the end of his nose. He held a piece of paper in his hand.
"Yes dad?" He turned around from his chair and smiled at me.
"Rosalie, I think it would be best if we moved back to Italy. Your grandmother wrote me this." He handed me the letter. I read through it quickly. The letter had suggested that my father and I move back to Italy where all of my father's side of the family was living.
"I think we should move back to Italy. We could get away from here. We could move close to our family, wouldn't that be great?" My father asked. Tears sprang out of my eyes. I shook my head.
"What if mom comes back? She won't know where we went." I told him. My father stared at me, his facial expression looking blank.
"Oh Rosalie, she isn't coming back. She left eight years ago. I am sorry honey." My father said in a comforting voice. Tears started to pour out of my eyes.
"She is coming back! SHE IS! WE CAN'T LEAVE!" I started to scream and pushed his papers and lamp off his desk. "I thought she loved us." I gasped for air and fell into my father's arms. He hugged me tightly.
"I know Rosalie. I thought she did too." My father replied while tears poured out of his eyes.
My eyes shot up and I pushed myself off my dad. "No, we can't leave Matthew." I said in a stern tone, staring my dad straight in the eyes.
