The First Fall Of Autumn

Chapter 4

Adele's POV.

I drive out this gigantic campus and onto the bustling roads of London. Surprisingly its always pleasant here in London near the fall season. Like a perfect temperature ,bits of sunshine and a slight icy breeze just cool enough to set the skin on goosebumps. I drive down a few blocks quickly and reach home pulling into my driveway to the garage. Yes a garage where you can fit  a complete house into. The rich's avocations. An inadvertent sigh leave me lips at the thought of my parents.  I just leave the car outside the garage feeling way too clumsy to park it in. I start walking up to the door a bit preparing myself for the upcoming hundred questions by my Rose aka Ellen. I feel like every time I'm sitting on a white pale deathly couch like all the celebrities on the show and getting myself over a griller but I still love her . As these thoughts play polo in my head I jump up the two small stairs quickly knocking imagining how this kiddish habit has not left with the  puberty hit. "But you're still waiting for puberty to hit you aren't you ?" My dear little bitchy fucking subconscious mocks me right in the face and I just roll all these thoughts mentally like a paper ball and toss it into the bin of my unconcious. Rose welcomes me in evidently trying to look at the car outside the garage from behind my shoulder with a fine line of amazement glued to her face. She just opens the door a little wider and takes the keys from my hand going to park it in place. Now i know where i got all this sophistication from. First day of university and i already feel like a foreign self in me. God. Its all because of that dick of an Edward.
I get in the house and quickly rush up to my room. I slowly take off my shirt and whimper as it flicks past my bruised wrist lending me the memories of that appalling morning. What a start to my first day at college. The only person i was elated to vamoose at high school came haunting me to the university. My life sucks. I say it with a sigh as even the slightest thought of that obnoxiously pathetic inept callous bullshit guy brings back that damed hulking burden on my heart ,makes my breaths ascent as if I walked miles. What's wrong with me ? Why does it have to feel like this...And then i find myself laughing slightly in my mind about how I managed to fit a little too many slangs in just one sentence. Commendable. He deserves it anyway. I a hate to feel this fucking burn in my chest. I try to shake away the thoughts as I slowly wrap my wrist with a bandage and then go for a quick shower to wash down his memories. My first day went kind of ambivalent like initially Edward had to ruin my day as fucking always since years and make me regret my very own existence but the illuminated portion of the day is that it is the first time that a guy ever asked me out to a party plus Mr. Cameron seemed already impressed...
I close my eyes as the warm water slips down my body. I've never had friends and so i never saw that phase of partying and dancing as much as I've read and seen it allover and wanna do it too maybe... I feel nervous now like those butterflies are eating up my stomach. I quickly end the shower and get into a lose comfy robe. Full sleeved since i don't want Rose to notice the pathetic scars he's been giving me. "He never came with a blade and ripped your wrist open. Its you and only you." A part of me debates. "But it's always his deeds that push me into this." Another part interjects. But the former more practical one wins. I quake the demon and angel away from my shoulders and focus on building my best smile. I get out of the steamy bathroom to see Rose in my room waiting for me so we both can have lunch together. This lady is amazing.. She never tried to haul me out my comfort zone and accepted me as 'me'. She loves me more than my progenitors could. I dry my hair as we both walk down to the dining hall and i take my patent seat. I remember fighting with my cousins when I was young over this particular chair. I've never heard from them in like 4 years now. I haven't heard from my own birth parents since what feels like forever . Dad just calls Rose pretty much like once in two months but never fucking bother to ask their own daughter. Stop. Stop thinking about this Adele stop thinking about them even my subconscious feels troubled with them. I sigh and smile as Rose quickly serves me some pork pies , Yorkshire bread and a lemon and cherry trifle. A typical old school British lunch. I love this meal.
I can read an anxious expression on Rose's face as we both gulp in our pies. I just realized how hungry I've been.