Rose

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I don't even remember last night.
We got there; I'm not who I was with...apart from- SHIT! ELIOT! Jake can never know I hooked up with his best friend. I don't really remember how far it got...I was drunk so I guess it doesn't really count, right?

God Jess and Amy are driving me crazy! I don't even like them that much, they're like a handbag or earrings, useful and a good accessory on the side! The old me would have died to hear me say that! I was so pathetic, and such a loser! Now I rule South Coast and Ella Marks is nothing but the dirt on my Louis Vuitton shoes.

It's mine and Jakes 4 year anniversary next week and everyone talk about it. It's like I'm the Queen of England on her jubilee.
We're having a picnic on the top of the school bell tower where we first kissed. How instagram worthy is that?! He keeps complaining that we never talk or I'm always busy. It's not my fault I'm popular! And it's nearly prom so I need to get the votes in to be queen. He's so selfish, doesn't he know how important it is to me?

Tom doesn't talk to me anymore. He's a low life collage drop out who spends his day in his room- who's definitely on drugs.
People forget we're related now he's dropped Dads name, which is good. He didn't want to be tied to the man that left us for some 26 year old in Beverly Hills. Tom Maxwell sound dreadful.
Mom hasn't left the drink cabinet since Dads wedding- which she found out about by stalking him on Facebook.
Am I the only sane one left? God!

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