Prologue:
I thought death would be worse. More gruesome, vicious maybe. Not that it wasn't. It was actually very, very lonely. For a while at least. My "death" was my first ever memory.
August 2, 2009, 7:14 am. I had just turned 12 and we were driv...
As soon as we got home, I wanted to change clothes. It was 6 AM and I didn't get any sleep, but immortals don't sleep, so I would just go to put regular clothes on. I went to go upstairs, but Matt stopped me. "Rose, you need to go to high school."
His sudden burst caught me off guard. "Why?" I pouted.
"Because, you look 16 or 17, and you might be able to pull off 14 if you really wanted to. People here will judge and get suspicious. You need to blend in, at least just this tiny bit."
"But I don't want to study! And all the homework and the tests and...." I trailed off.
"You can just use your powers to cheat and get good grades, cant you?"
I thought about it for a second. Hes right. It would also give a chance to torture and kill people. "I suppose. Fine."
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I sat down at the counter with him. We went through paperwork and signed some things. It was almost 7 when we finished. It was Saturday, so I figured why not go shopping? I know I could just make things appear, but I like showing off. At 9, I finished getting ready:
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"Hey, you ready?" I asked impatiently.
"For what exactly?"
"I wanted to go school shopping. Clothes."
"Ugh, fine. Let's go."
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We got back from shopping at 10 PM. Hey, I really like shopping. "What are we going to tell everyone?"
"What do you mean?"
I looked to him. "Like, when I have people over, or when someone asks who I live with. What should we say?"
"You could say I'm your dad?"
"No. You look too young. How about butler? Rich people have them and it would seem believable.
"True. Yeah, I suppose we can say that." I smiled and went upstairs. I realized that tomorrow is Sunday and we dont have anything to do, so I just sped up time until it was Monday morning.
