3 years later
I hold the book to my chest as I go through the Checkout. It's my birthday today, and mum actually got me a $50 book voucher. I'm surprised that she even remembered. I went along through the shelves until one caught my eye.
It's labeled Divergent. Now I'm in the line, waiting to pay for my book. "$25 please." The lady at the checkout says.
I Hand her my voucher, and she scans it. She smiles at me and I smile at her. It's polite.
That's what Charlotte said before - well, you know.
She hands the book back to me, and I practically skip home, with the book in my hand.
***
I open to the first page of Divergent.
I spend all night reading it until mum tells me to go to bed.
I leave my bookmark on the part where Tris goes zip lining with Uriah.
She's so . . . . . Free.
What I would do to be free like her.
Saturday morning
I wake to the chirping of birds, and the sun meeting my eyes.
The first thing I do is make myself breakfast in bed, and finish off Divergent.
After that, I call Valerie, like I promised to do for our girls night out with Britney and Lora.
"Oh hey, Rose!" She says excitedly. "Are you coming at 5:00?"
"Yes." I say quietly.
"Cool. I'll see you then. Bye!"
"Bye." I say, before almost immediately hanging up.
I don't belong with the loud, popular girls.
I belong with the quiet, sensitive types.
I don't know why I hang out with them.
It's not like I'm forced to. But I'm alone.
I always am.
There's no boy that likes me at at school.
I don't have anyone that I'd call a friend.
I don't have 2 loving parents,
And worst of all,
I don't have a sister.
I'm alone in this world.
I lay on the bed while singing "Happy birthday to me." In a quiet voice, and start to cry.
YOU ARE READING
The Thorn To My Roses
Teen FictionRose Clary is the quiet girl at school. She's the girl that everyone talks over, She's the one that never raises her hand in class. But there's a reason she's quiet. And only Rose Clary herself, knows the thorns to her roses.
