THEN THERE WAS HIM

CHAPTER ONE

"Berry! You need to wake up or your gonna be late for school!'' I groaned as I buried my face under my pillows trying to block the noise.

"Strawberry Hamilton! If you're not out in 10 minutes, no peanut butter pancake for you young lady." I grumbled and squinted my eye to open it. I screamed dramatically as the ray of sun glared at me through the window.

"Strawberry!" Yelled the woman behind my door.I can almost see her glaring at my door, with her hands on her hips and tapping her good foot.

"I'm coming!'' I yelled back, my voice still held a trace of sleepiness. ''You better.'' Then I heard her walking away. I let out a huge yawn and stretched. I glanced at my clock and groaned. Urgh. Seriously, who needs an alarm clock when you have Rosa. But then she'd be a really ineffective alarm clock if she alarms two hours before alarm time. Sighing, I lazily stood up and happily-okay, grudgingly made up my bed. Then I decided to have my morning exercise which consists of twisting my head, arms, hips and legs, up and down, left and right and rotation. I even did jumping jack like twenty times, before I decided that my head is actually heavy that my legs are about to give up. Not to mention I didn't clap properly with all the huffing and puffing I'm doing.

After about an hour of exercise, okay okay, it was like 5 minutes coz I am a lazy bum when it comes to exercise, I went inside my closet to pick my attire for school. I picked the latest Gucci Green dress I bought last week, an Hermes bag, and of course, my four inch Prada and agreed to myself that I would be getting a lot of stares in school, but then I would be lying. As much as I want to be like Cara Delevingne strutting on the streets in her stylish clothes, I have to admit I am as fashionable as Lady Gaga in a kids birthday party. So, grinning to myself, I took out my favorite blue Olaf t shirt, humming the song let it go in my head. I found my ever trusting butterfly themed ankle skirt and my old man vans. I went to shower and got dressed up adding the final touches of colorful bangles I have made myself the other day on my wrists. I put a little bit of powder and strawberry lip gloss on my face and lips. Smiling, I tried taming my very unruly curly red hair which was useless since they have a mind of it's own. Patting it, I then put on my contacts blinking . When I was done, I took my black back pack and hurriedly ran downstairs.

''Good morning, Rosa!'' I greeted as I seated on the stool.

''Good morning too hija. Here is your peanut butter pancake." Rosa smiled as she placed the plate in front of me. I grinned widely as I stared at it hungrily.

''You're the best, Rosa.'' I savored my breakfast as I talked to Rosa. ''I already packed your lunch for you. Spicy barbecue shrimp with white rice, and banana.'' She said as she checked the oven. ''Ooohh yum.'' Rosa sure does know what I like. I stared at her fondly. She's like my second mom, although I didn't get to know or meet my real mom. Rosa always fusses over me like a mother hen. She took care of me since I was a baby and for that I am forever grateful.

You probably think I'm a teenager but unfortunately, I am not. I am a healthy, 5'4 tall 24 year old college student. I am plain, with a red curly hair, probably got it from my real mom since dad has dark hair and Spanish, and I have sea green eyes, again maybe from mom. If it weren't for the fact that I'm the spitting image of my dad, save the color of the eye, hair and my pale skin, I would probably think I'm adopted or something.

''Rosa! My breakfast!'' I almost choked on my pancake when I heard the familiar female voice from the dining room. Wide eyes I gaped at Rosa. 'They're back?!'' I whispered yelled at her. She looked at me after frantically putting breakfast on the tray, ''Oh hija, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you they arrived late at night and you were already asleep.''