His Golden Rose

Chapter 1

Hi guys! 

'His Golden Rose' has fictional characters, settings and project thingys. Please don't expect it to be professionally written, this is my first story and I'm trying my best even though I suck at writing but I got the basics 100%. This story may seem off at the start, my apologies but hopefully it will gradually get better. 

Just saying, this story involves some of the issues I've had to go through and I want to raise awareness to all. I DO NOT, I repeat I DO NOT support self-harm, bullying or racism or ANY of those. It's nothing to make fun of and it's a serious issue. 

I'm aiming to finish this story within 40 chapters. :)

Please vote and comment, it would really help me continue on not only with this story but other books too. 

This video is only one I could find with the song to go with this chapter / her outfit⤴️

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Yasmine's Pov

Nothing better to do than getting up on a hot summer's day for school. Sarcasm at its finest.

I stuff my head back into my pillow trying to get rid of my laziness. Keyword: tyring.

I see that it's after seven and groan back into my pillow. I just wish that school can start at 10 and finish at 5, so I can actually sleep. I rolled my eyes at that idea and get out of bed. Like that's ever going to happen.

Walking straight to the bathroom down the hall I make a halt in front of my mum's abnormal size mirror. My dark chocolate hair is knotted with the amount of thick hair I have with my red eyes a bit dazed with crust in between.

Rubbing my eyes I continue to walk to the bathroom and quickly stripped my clothes off and had a cool relaxing shower, that is until I hear the doorknob unlocking.

"LOGAN CAN'T YOU HEAR THE FREAKIN' SHOWER ON!" I still can't believe I'm not insane because of this child I call of a brother.

I hopped out of the shower and when I opened the unlocked door I didn't have time react when I felt nice cool water hit my face. But when reality hit me I realized my dry thick hair is damp wet. Logan smiled at me while I glared at him.

He walks away with the bucket, "YOU'RE WELCOME!"

I huffed and swiftly went into my room to get changed. Damn it's hot, I opened my phone and saw that it's 26˚. Groaning all the way to my closet I decided to wear my sleeveless dress today, but not without a cardigan. I rolled my eyes, I've never been out the house without showing my shoulders.

Whenever I try to reason with mum she always gives me lectures since I was nine years old.

My mum sadly has Lung Cancer. She's been diagnosed for nearly 5 years and it's spreading rapidly now.

I shook my head and shrugged on my black and white maxi dress, it's worth a shot I thought. Drying my hair, I plating it into a dutch braid, I put on my shoes and grabbed my bag and walked to the kitchen.

I'm not surprised when I saw mum there since it's nearly eight. She turned around and gave me a tiring look. Well at least she isn't yelling this time -

"YASMINE ROSE ZAREEN! I HAVE TOLD YOU FOR NEARLY 10 YEARS NOT TO DRESS LIKE THAT!"

Never mind.

"I have told you NOT to walk out of this house by wearing clothes that will show your full arms, your boobs, your stomach and I only allow you to show just above your knees,"