Playing With Fire

Her Heavenly Smile

Hi. This is the edited version as of 2015. FYI, bmw s1000rr hp4 is a motorcycle. For the translations, I recommend you use Google translate. Keep reading. I hope you enjoy.

*Edited*

Elena Satine as Rosalynn Dana Myers

A.J.T~'

CHAPTER 1

"Rosie! Come down. I made breakfast." Rosalynn heard her mother shout from downstairs.

"Coming, mommy." She grumbled into her pillow. Today was Saturday and it was barely 8. And you ask why I have to get up this early? All because of my mother's favorite saying: 'There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is not worth waking up to see. So, do me a favor and get your ass up or you aren't getting breakfast.'  I truly love my mother but isn't there anyway she can wake me up at least at 9?

Rosalynn got up and gazed around at her blurry surrounding. Blurry? Oh yeah, glasses. She searched for her glasses on top of the nightstand. Found it. Rosalynn placed it on and blinked. Hmm, much better. After brushing her teeth and a satisfying steamy shower, she settled into her in home clothes, which consisted of a pair of sweat shorts and one of her baggy, worn out shirts. She ran downstairs, in a hurry, to find the room filled with the aromatic smell of her mother's famous bacon, sausages, eggs dish which was completed with croissant and a glass of her favorite strawberry milk.

"Mmm. Smells great, mom." Rosalynn complimented as she stole a bacon out of her father's plate.

"Of course it does. You're mom is the greatest cook in the world." Her mother, Arisa, smiled as she set a plate of food for her father. Rosalynn took a seat next to her father after pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Morning, daddy."

"Honey, please don't exaggerate. It's obviously me who is the better cook. After all I'm the one who owns a restaurant. And Rosalynn, quit stealing my bacon when you have a plate full of them in front of you." Her father, self proclaimed Chef Jonathan Myers, looked up from his daily newspaper and said while placing his mug on the table.

"Oh, not this again. And by the way, since we are talking about the restaurant, was it you who ordered the new stack of dishes they delivered this morning?" Her mother's speaking tone sounded serious.

Rosalynn knew it was time for her to get away from this soon to be messy scene. 

Don't misunderstand, my mother and father love each other. I can even say infatuated because when they were 18, they eloped since my mother's parents completely opposed saying my father had no future. My father started working to prove them wrong and since his so called passion is cooking, not to mention he really is good at it. For example, if you eat at his restaurant, you can't help but come there again. And for my mother, she continued her education to become a lawyer. She was so stricken toward her goal that she took the bar exam while she was having contractions to deliver me. 

Rosalynn headed upstairs after stuffing few slices of bacon into her mouth and gulping down her glass of strawberry milk. After changing into a royal blue turtle neck and a pair of white jeans, she grabbed her flats and darted outside toward her brand new bmw s1000rr hp4. Oh yeah, soon to be 16 and driving. I already got my license since my dad 'pulled' some strings.

Where am I going? To a carnival. My best-friends, Ryan and Sam promised me that they would help me get a new job. Apparently, when I found out that it was at a carnival, it was too late to decline. 

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Rosalynn parked on the sidewalk that led to a highly decorated, and not to mention huge circus tent. She looked for Ryan because he said and she quote that he will wait by the entrance to the manager's office, a cloth flap decorated with the words hugely in bold : Manager. She guessed Ryan wasn't here yet.