Roses are red, like blood

Erma

Erma's face became beet-red with guilt as the teacher unfolded her note and became to read it to the entire class "Wait... So Adam likes Eva?" The class erupted into howls of laughter, even the teacher was chuckling to herself. Both Adam and Eva were bright red, which caused teasing from their friends to arise. Fortunately for the pair, the teacher soon got back everyone's attention and resumed her lesson. The bell finally rang signaling class was over and all children ran towards the door. Erma slowly made her way to the school gates where the limo was waiting for her. As she got in, she made sure not a single soul saw her. None of her schoolmates knew of her background. She always hid her upbringing and past away from them. No one knew where she lived or who her parents were, not even the teachers. Erma always tried to behave good, she saw the movies where rich people's kids always turn out spoiled. She tried to avoid being like that, the movies she saw were another reason why she chose her friends carefully. She didn't want to get her trust broken nor did she want to get used. When she arrived home, she quickly got out of the car and into the mansion. As the staff greeted her, she sighed "Mom's not home, again." Both the staff and Erma knew that Julie, Erma's mom, was always busy with work. Erma never had a chance to meet her relatives. Julie always said that her family members needed to stay abroad to continue their businesses. Whenever she got home, Erma didn't even bother to study. She always aced her tests without even reviewing the lesson. She instead focused on training her body to fight. She could shoot a moving target that was 3 kilometers away. Erma had perfect aim and she knew it. Her room looked more like a guy's than a girl's. Guns, knives, and arms lined the walls of her bedroom. Her schoolmates and teachers didn't know about this. Erma's mom was probably too busy to care. Erma got hurt knowing that her mom probably doesn't care about her even if she gets injured, but Erma locked those feelings away. She kept her private and social life far away from each other. At school she could be the happy, carefree girls she was knows as, but once she set foot into her home, she would become the cold, bitter, shooter. Lost in her thoughts, Erma didn't hear the door to room open."Erma" a voice called to her. She turned around and was shocked with the news her mom gave her.

"We're moving to Seattle."