I walked down the long street from the bus. It had been raining this morning, and like any other day where there had been any rain what so ever, there was a massive puddle as to where I need to get off. I stretch my legs as far as the go and try to jump across. Landing at the very edge of the puddle I groan.
"Of course" I mutter, and continue my walk down my street. I plug my ear phones in and 'Kids' by Mikkey Ekko plays. The walk to the end of mu street doesn't take that long but it always feels like it goes on forever. And its not the most exciting walk. Just boring old houses. Except today, a really nice house, only 3 houses u from mine had moving trucks in it. The house had the sold sign on it for a while, but I never fond out who bought.
Who ever is moving in must be rich, and have a lot of stuff.
"Mum I'm home! Not the you care" I mutter the last bit.
I go in to my room, aka the garage. Yes, my houses rundown garage is my bedroom. It has a shitty heater to keep my warm and an old, dusty fan to keep me cool. It was pretty bad. But at least it was big, and my own space. No one ever comes out here unless to knock n the door and tell me to do something.
I undress out of my uncomfortable winter uniform and slip into some grey trackies and a pink tank top and pink fluffy socks. I blast my music and start on my French homework. Year 10 French is hard.
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A sept heure, je me lève ét je mange le petit déjeuner. Je puis brosse le dents et je m'habille. Je laisse moi chez et je promène au bus. Le bus vient a huit heure. J'arrive a l'école a-
"ROSIE! ROSALIE COME IN HERE NOW PLEASE" mum shouts and I groan. Can I have anytime to myself. Even if it is just doing French homework. I slip on my ugg boots over my socks and walk in to the house.
"Yes mum?" I ask with a huff.
"The new neighbours are currently moving in and I want you take over these chelate chip cookies, welcome to the neighbour hood and invite them to a BBQ this Friday night." She says. Umm what.
"Mum, what if they are like old people"
"I don't care Rosalie, just do it!" She says then goes and chases after Matty for not doing something.
I walk out into the cold and go three houses up, to the amazing house. There aren't any more trucks here so..
Knock knock
I wait for an answer and hear a whole heard of foot steps coming.
Jesus, how many people live here?
Soon enough the door opens and I see..
The freaking teen wolf cast.
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just a taste of what this story will be like, chapter will be longer.
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FanfictionRosalie Ashlynn Elodie Carter was a normal 16 year old girl. She lived in the end of her street in a fairly average- actually to be honest, her house isn't amazing. Her parents don't earn all that much money, and basically hate and ignore her, spen...