Breaking My Silence

Chapter One - Oh How I Love My School

WARNING - This story will contain heavy language and sexual references so please if this will offend you in anyway do not continue on

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Hmm isn't it funny how what everyone sees of you is completely different to what you know istrue.

You see, my name is Rosie Hawthorne; (Short for Rosario but I don't like to tell anyone that) Sure I get good grades and usually relatively quiet.

My home life is alright I guess, my parents are never there, but every few weeks or so they turn up and act like they care just so they look good for their friends.

So there is my mom glaring at me, telling me about everything that is wrong with me. How I'm not good enough at this and how I should be more involved with that. Apparently I have to live up to the name that my father and grandfather made for us and how I am the only one our family has left. I'm too much like my brother for my own good. Yep she's a first class bitch, that's for sure.

Yeah so my only family is my brother and his best friend. I'm sorry if that means I'm isolated. I'm angry all the time? That tends to happen when you are told constantly you're not good enough. I spend too much time in my room? How do you know if you're never home to notice?

Well in my house there is no such thing as a family. And they wonder why I am such a basket case?

So I decide to run away from my problems, by fighting and losing myself in my music. Can you blame me?

I do realize my problems are very minimal, compared to most and I am rather well off and very fortunate. Stuff that, I know I have problems. That doesn't mean I want to talk to people who should really just save the oxygen and just not talk at all.

So my point is people aren't all that bad just that there are some brainless idiots that I am still surprised graduate. That doesn't change the fact that I still feel like this can get so much better.

I admit I do put on an act, to be tough, but sometimes that's just the easiest way to get people to leave me alone. When you fight back, or at least just fight, people tend to leave you alone.

I turn up to school and walk through the doors when I see three girls leaning up against one of their lockers and if things were as they 'should' be according to my mother, I would walk up to them all smiles and hugs and gossip and all that shit. Fuck it if anyone thinks I'm going to act like that. The six months I spent pretending to do that crap was a waste, so I just look them up and down and smile sweetly and wave as I walk past. So much for those so called 'friends' of mine. They watch me walk past giving me glances of shock, pity and dislike.

I walk the halls with my headphones in and tune the world out around me. I am pretty much invisible, going unnoticed and undisturbed.

Music as some very wise person said, is a religion. It is also what I believe in so I turn up my music and live with it by my side, my support.

My appearance is incredibly unexceptional; my hair is the colour of dark mahogany and has grown long enough to reach my waist and is naturally wavy. I have brown eyes that are framed by dark lashes and I don't wear much make up. My olive colouring and dark features are thanks to my Croatian father and my huge 5'2" is thanks to my darling mother.

I'm average, nothing worth noticing. Well, that's what I thought.

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God I hate school. I walk up the front steps after I parked my red Shelby Mustang, with white racing stripes, courtesy of my older brother Zane.

I pass Brianna, Paige and Ashley as I was walking to my locker, the three of them gave me 'that' smile. Ugh they disgust me. I wonder if they realize that they look like whores or maybe as I suspect they do it intentionally.