The Blue Rose

Chp 1. The day I met him

Hi, My names Angel Osborne and i'm going to tell you my life story, or what part of it iv'e lived. I used to have a normal life, in sunny California. But then I moved to rainy, dark Iowa. Where my whole life changed, and for better or worse you may ask? Well, that is for me to regret and you to learn sooner or later. But all stories have a beginning, and the beginning of my story, starts with the day I saw him, and his damned eyes.

It was a early morning, way earlier than my school in California started. It was raining, which I assumed was the norm here since I had not seen one dry street or lawn in my short 3 days of being here. Because my parents were so worried about my education I started school the Monday after I got to that town. They said it would be best for me too "Get a jump on my studies". For being parents from California, they were not cool AT ALL.

The walk to school was, of course, wet and creepy just like this town.

I  was able to walk to school because I lived in a house only about three blocks from the school. My family had bought the oldest house in this town. A 130 year old,dark house with more rooms than my age isn't really my idea of a "Modern House' but for some reason my parents did.    

 As I arrived at the school I would soon be haunted by, people stared at me. Whispered and gossiped among themselves. It wasn't till that moment I noticed how different I looked from everyone here. Me and my peach colored hair and green eyes, sun-kissed skin, stiletto heels, shorts, and tank-top compared to their dark hair and eyes, pale skin,sneakers, and normal jeans with t shirts.

I ignored the staring and walked into the small old-time, like this town, school.

After seemingly forever, I found the office. In pure happiness that I now knew where something was, I smiled at the woman at the front desk and asked for my schedule. Instead of getting the kind answer I was expecting I got a muffled grunt and a paper thrown at me. I grabbed them quickly and looked at what was written on them. 

Angel Sydney Osborne 15 Sophomore Schedule

Hour 1: English Room 267 7:04-8:00

Hour 2: Algebra Room 184 8:04-9:00

Hour 3: Home EC/Gym Room 23  9:04-10:00

Hour 4: World History Room 186 10:04-11:00

Lunch: 11:04-11:24

Hour 5: Photography Room 86 11:28-12:20

Hour 6: Drama Room 4 12:24-1:20

Hour 8: Biology Room 244 1:24-2:30 

I groaned as I saw the algebra class on my schedule. I HATED algebra. Not even caring to thank the woman as I stormed out of the office.

 Not paying attention to where I was going I collided with someone and landed on my but. 

"Oh, i'm sorry." a cool voice said. I looked up to see a handsome face looking down at me. I noticed his nerdy glasses and made the mistake of looking into them. My eyes locked in his deep brown, almost black, eyes and I was frozen. It wasn't until he held his hand out did I look away from his eyes. I stared at his hand extended out to me like I was stupid. I eventually took his hand and let him pull me of the ground. I could see the muscles under his tight polo shirt as he pulled me up. Once I was on my feet I looked to him to thank him. By this time he had my papers in his hands and was shoving them into mine.

"Thank yo-" I cut myself off as he quickly started to walk off. Our eyes locked one more time. Those damned eyes, those beautiful, deep eyes, would cost me more than I could ever imagine.