2 YEARS LATER
Rose pulled herself out of bed on her first day of grade twelve, dreading the year that was ahead of her. She had learned that staying silent was the best way to survive and keep her name out of the thriving gossip mill.
She had endured Renee and her friends ever since Diana moved away, and although it had been hard, she had learned how to survive on her own. She wished Diana would call every once in a while, but she had stopped doing that sometime in grade ten. After a few months of Rose trying to contact her friend and getting no reply, she had given up, deciding it was for the best.
Rose grabbed the keys to the old jeep she had gotten fixed up last year, as she twirled them between her fingers, she grabbed an apple which would be her breakfast on the drive to school.
"Goodbye!" She called out into the empty house as she left. No one would hear her, but it made her feel a little less alone. She reversed out of the drive and made her way to school, turning the radio to her favourite station.
She was getting out of her car just as her favourite song by Lord Huron came on, another omen of how bad her day was going to be.
Sighing, she pulled her phone out of her pocket to check her schedule and her locker number, even though she had been obsessively rereading it for the last three days. She headed to her locker, which happened to be on the second floor next to the library, her favourite spot. As she put the code in, she tuned out the people around her, choosing to wait until she was in class to listen to their stupid gossiping.
By the time she had gotten to her first period English class, she was already exhausted from the amount of people around her and couldn't wait for her day to be over.
"Yo bro! Did you hear? There are some hot new girls joining our grade, there's finally new merchandise in the market." One of the guys beside her whispered.
"Fuck yeah, this year's gonna be great." His friend grinned, snapping his gum obnoxiously.
"Pig" Rose muttered under her breath after hearing her conversation.
"Did you say something to me, bitch?" Said the first guy, who she recognized as Lucas.
"She called you a pig, because you were being a disgusting, egotistical pig." A voice behind her called out. Rose whirled around, not recognizing the voice that had come to her defence.
"And who the hell are you?" Lucas asked, his features twisting into a sneer.
"I'm the new merchandise, but I can already tell you that I'm too much for you. Sorry, honey." The girl smiled, batting her eyelashes and pouting her lips in a fake sympathetic expression.
Rose wasn't the only one who's jaw dropped, it seemed that every student within earshot had stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at the four teenagers in the back of the classroom. It was a relief when the teacher entered the room and called for the attention of his students.
"The name's Yasmin." The girl from earlier whispered into Rose's ear minutes after class had started.
"Rose." She responded quietly, barely turning her head.
"Ah, you're the chick the Trolls are always talking about." Yasmin muttered, popping a stick of gum into her mouth.
"The what?" Rose asked, suddenly curious.
"The Trolls. Y'know Renee and her crew, according to Scandinavian folklore, trolls tend to look like humans, and are idiots who have their own social circle." Yasmin explained through her mouthful of gum.
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The One They Left Behind
Storie d'amore"If you loved me, why was it so easy for you to walk away?" Rose was used to being forgotten. Her mother had left, then her brother. The one person she never expected to leave her was Diana, her best friend. Diana left in 10th grade, leaving an opt...
