"Looking back isn't going to help you. Moving forward is the thing you have to do." - McKayla Maroney
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As I finally set my last box on my desk, my mother barges into my room.
"Dinner is here, Rose," she tells me.
"Unfortunately .. so am I," I mutter under my breath as I walk into my bathroom. I hear her sigh before she continues, "Just come eat please."
I open my medicine cabinet to finish putting my face wash, makeup and hair products inside.
"I'll be down in ten," I state. I hear her retreat out of my room and then her footsteps down the stairs.
Damn, every noise is heard through this empty house. I close the medicine cabinet and I look at myself in the mirror. My gray eyes are distinct against my sun-kissed skin, especially since they're puffy from crying for the past week. I toss my long, light-brown hair into a messy bun so I can splash water on my face. I run some soap around to wash off the sweat and tears. My fingers linger over the beauty mark that rests above of my top lip, just slightly right from middle. I rinse off and dry my face with my towel.
I sigh and walk back into my room and fall backwards on my bed. The tears I've been holding back finally make their way to the corner of my eyes.
"I really do not want to be here," I whisper to myself. It comes out raspy from my unshed tears. It has been a couple hours since I've cried: a new record.
Suddenly, I hear fast pace running up the stairs and through the hallway, and finally, into my room. "What the...," I begin to say as I sit up, but then I'm knocked back down as a blur of a black fur jumps on me. Then all I feel is wetness being spread all over my face.
"Ew.. Jack!" I exclaim. I may have said ew and lightly smack Jack on the butt, but right now, I think puppy kisses are exactly what I need. Jack is my two-year-old black/red sable German Shepherd dog and he's my favorite person. And yes.. I consider dogs people. Jack rolls over and looks at me. I wrapped my arms around him as I coo, "Awh Jack, I'm glad you're finally here boy." My mom and I arrived here in our new home located in New Bern, North Carolina a few days ago while my father and Jack arrived today.. well, now I suppose.
We just moved from my real home, Marietta, Georgia. My father got a better job up here and both of my parents thought our family needed a new start. Obviously, I have a few problems with their thinking and plans. Actually, more than a few. Yep, I'm going to be the typical bratty new girl in a new, very small, town.
Jack whined and cocked his head at me.
"I'm fine," I said exasperated. He jumped off the bed and darted out my room.
The rumble of my stomach and Jack leaving was my cue to finally go downstairs. I trudge my way down the stairs and then walk into our kitchen that is half painted yellow and boxes scattered everywhere. My mom and dad are standing around the island eating pizza straight out of the box since all our plates are still packed away somewhere.
"Oh Rosalie, so nice of you to finally join us," my mom shot at me. I rolled my eyes slightly.
Can't you tell we get along wonderfully?
"Chris, leave her alone," my dad interjected. He walks around the island, wraps one arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. "Hey brat-brat, I missed you."
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ChickLitRosalie Greene had an excellent family, life, friends, and school. She believed she was the exception to everyone who hates high school. Until one night when her favorite person was taken away from her in an instant -- her life was forever changed a...
