Rosemarie

Prologue

Rosemarie;

I did not care that my mum decided to marry another man, I did not care. Or maybe I did. My father left us when I was two years old, he never came back. I don't even know if he's still alive or not. My mum was very sad about it and never actually dated until my fifteenth birthday, when she came home with a man around 40 years old. He was quite nice to me, so I didn't mind him.

But then, they split up and mum started dating again.

Now, at 17 years old, she has found a rich husband, Harry, who decided that he wanted us to move in with him and his 22 year old son. I found the son quite weird, still living with his dad at 22, but I had to put up with him. When mum and Harry, who was now my step-father, married, mum and I had to take his name; Hayes. Mum's maiden-name was Lavender, but that was not listed anywhere anymore.

Harry was nice to me, nicer than mum's last husband fortunately, so I was quite okay with it. But moving in with him, that I was not okay with. My friends were all back home in Australia and now we were forced to live in a rich neighborhood in Pennsylvania.

I silently wished for food on the way to Pennsylvania, after Harry had picked us up from the airport. The food at the airport was quite expensive, of course Harry could buy it for us but he was outside, so I couldn't buy it and mum wouldn't buy anything for me.

So, now, I'm stuck in a car with my mum and Harry, who are constantly talking. It was either small talk or just being all lovey with each other, which made me gag inwardly. I'm 17. I'm allowed to do that.

After two hours of having to endure the love talk between mum and Harry, we arrived at what my new home would be. It was quite big and fancy. A lot of white as well.

There was a house across the street, which was also quite big and fancy, one house next to us and another house across the street. Not a lot of neighbours, I suppose.

My stomach growled, instantly reminding me of my hunger, so I walked inside and helped myself to the fridge. I grabbed some bread and shoved a whole piece in my mouth, just as mum came in.

"Rosemarie, that is not how you eat food!" Mum scolded and stole the bread, only to put a piece in her mouth as well. I threw my hands up and sighed loudly, still chewing on the bread.

"Now, go to Harry and get your stuff out of the car and put it in your room" she commanded. "Yes, sir" I replied, giggling and walked towards the car again. I grabbed two of my suitcases and a bag, which I slung over my shoulder before turning around and looking around the neighbourhood.

There was only one person visible, inside of her house. The house across of ours. Her elbows were on the ledge as she looked me straight in the eye. She licked her plump lips and gave me a slight smirk, of which I figured was to welcome me into the neighbourhood. I smiled back and gave a light wave before turning around and stalking the house in again.

"Welcome to the neighbourhood Rosemarie" I sighed to myself.