Rose Blue

Square Up

Hey boooooos 👻
So- I was in the car yesterday and I it was spirit day at school so I spray painted my hair orange

LET ME TELL YOU THAT WAS THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.

I was brushing thru it in the car and I basically ripped half of my hair out. I would leave it for two freaking seconds and BAM. TANGLED

hair: fuk u raley ahaha

I got mad- but on wit da story!
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Dead... Dead fucking meat

As I drove to Brian's house I plotted his murder. Maybe 'incidental' suffocating?

No- there'd be lines of my murder weapon on his scrawny neck...

I shake my head and almost laugh until I pull up at his fugly-ass house. I mean seriously? Yellow, brown and green don't match. Baby puke.

First I finish listening to the song that's playing cause I love it and music is calming to the nerves. I don't actually want to go to kill him... yet. (Song at top^)

Once I was seven years old.
My momma told me
Go and get yourself some friends so you won't be lonely
Once I was seven years old.

The song finished and I punch my fists together. Game time.

I stomp up to his door and pound it. When he doesn't answer in the frame of 30 seconds I ring the doorbell twenty times.

The handle twists open to reveal a groggy looking Brian. I glare at him for a good minute before he fully acknowledges me. I want him to remember this.

"Rosie? Wha-" he mumbles before I cut him off with a clean smack across the face.

"That was for calling me 'Rosie' when my name is Rose," I spit. The I land a hard punch to his jaw. "And that's for hurting Katie."

He stumbles back a bit, affected my my mighty muscles, and furrows his eyebrows. I give him a once over and snicker manically.

"To think I gave you best friend approval," I say glaring at him.

Boy if looks could kill he'd regret the day he was born.

I grunt and his shocked demeanor and strut away. I feel the urge to snap my fingers dramatically.......

Urge satisfied.

I feel like one of those people who walk away from a explosion looking bomb-ass. (No pun intended.) But I guess I am cause I roasted him.

Okay- back to Katie.

I speed away in my Lambo to my house, er mansion.

I'm definitely not poor. My dad is the owner of Disney at the time and my mom runs a very successful cloths line- Hollister. So there are pros and cons of being rich. Pro I can get what ever I want, being an only child. Cons my parents are never home. They feel like they have to make up for being gone all the time by buying me new things. I tell them that they don't have to but it's kinda nice getting all the new Disney movies and Hollister clothes.

I sound snobby geez.

But I'm not! I don't like to shove it in people's faces.

Before I even realize it I'm home. I toss my keys to one of the servants and they take my car to the garage.

Walking inside I see Katie stuffing her face food. She stress eats.

As she sees me walk in she turns to me like a deer caught in headlights. Er, a squirrel. Katie has food stuffed in her cheeks. I laugh a little and skip over to her.

"He has been dealt with my queen," I say with a posh accent. She sniffles and giggles.

"Why thank you my kind subject,"

Immediately I think of something that will cheer her up.

"Do you wanna see the new Disney movie?"

Katie gasps and bounces in excitement.

"YES YES YES YES YES!!!" She shrieks.

"Jesus Christ, Katie," I mutter covering my ears, "sometimes I think that's the only reason you're my friend."

She just giggles and bundles herself into a blanket.

As I put the movie in I smile at her.

How am I so lucky to have such a good friend?

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That's all folks! :D

Should I do the next chapter...

A) Caleb's pov

B) Caleb and rose's pov

C) Rose's pov

I'm thinking B

Merci

-Raley