Black Roses

One

I sat on the window seat that was in my room, staring outside into the heavy, pouring rain as Bea Miller played on my iPod. It didn't rain much here in Cliffton, but today, it seemed as if the weather was crying over the death of David Harrington, a great man. And my father.

A few days ago, after, my mother told me she was sending me and my twin brother, James, to our older brother in Bridgewood, England today. Our stuff was already packed, we just had to see if we wanted to carry anything else.

I threw a fit, I didn't want to leave my friends here in Australia. Well, friend. To everyone else but Hannah Gates, I was the weird, loner girl that was related to the player of the school. James and Jacob were the perfect sons, good grades, perfect looks. Jake even got a scholarship to a university in England, that's why he lives there. I was the daughter made out of the scraps. I loved rock music, my grades were average and I got three tattoos when I was fifteen. Needless to say, my mom was furious.

I stood up and stuffed some books, a toothbrush and a change of clothes into a bag. I started looking around for my Green Day beanie, but it wasn't on my dresser where it usually was.

I knelt down and stretched my hand under my bed. It hit a box that I never knew was there. I pulled it out and set it on the empty, wooden desk. The dust that coated it whirled around the air, making me cough hard. I opened the top and marveled at the sight I saw.

There were three old books with leather covers. On top of them sat a bracelet with black-and-red roses as ornaments.

I slipped the bracelet onto my wrist, twisting my olive-colored hand to look at it better. I saw a piece of metal with initils on it.

A.G

Who was that? I took out the first book in hopes of getting a clue to what the initials stood for. On the first page, written in an elegant script, read:

This diary belongs to Alicia Grey.

Alicia? She had the same name as me. Was this like an unpublished book? But it kind of seemed real, like this Alicia had really been alive.

I put the old book carefully back into the box and carried it to the garage where our other boxes were.

This looked intresting.

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"Promise you'll call."

Hannah hugged me tightly. It was only one more hour before our plane leaves, so Hannah was here for one last hangout before we leave.

"Hey Hannah, Hey Ali." James poked his head through the door, a smirk on his face. Hannah's face softened. She had a really big crush on my brothers, it was disgusting. Well, to me, at least. The boys found it amusing.

"Hi, James." Her voice was all soft and lovey-dovey. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Mom says we gotta go now." James looked at me, his eyes, blue with the brown spot in the middle of the right one, shining. Hannah gave me a tight hug. "Say hi to Jake for me." She whispered. I nodded. "And tell me about any cute, British guys." We both pulled away. "Han, you know I don't date." "It's gonna change, I saw it in the crystal ball." I rolled my eyes. Hannah was completely obsessed with all things supernatural, she was convinced she could see the future and talk to ghosts. "Ok." I said unconvinced as James, Hannah and I walked out the front door. My mom sat in her white car, listening to music. She turned as we walked out the door, the rain bouncing off our coats. Hannah gave me another hug and gave James one too, as she blushed, and stood at the doorstep as we got in the car. She waved at us as we pulled out of the driveway, her pale, waving hand the last thing I saw as we sped down the road.

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"Ali, wake up."

I groaned and turned in my chairman as Jay tried to shake me awake. "Look, Spider-Man!" I shot up like a bullet. "Where?!" Jay burst out laughing. I'm kind of obsessed with superheroes, especially Peter Parker. It's not my fault Andrew Garfield is cute.

I sighed and got up, grabbing my carry-on bag and walking behind all the passengers. We'd just landed in England, in a city quite close tp Bridgewood, and Jake was supposed to pick us up. Jay snickered beside me as we walked along with everyone else.

The airport was really busy, people and sound filling the building. Jake stood in the parking lot, leaning on his black, sleek car with his arms over his chest. His muscles were visible with the dark blue t-shirt and jeans he wore. His black hair was cropped short and his olive-colored skin looked as if he was kissed by the sun. We all had olive skin from our Italian heritage, but I always wondered why. Neither of our parents were Italian.

"Jake!" He turned and spotted us, his blue eyes with a dash of brown in the middle sparkling in happiness, resembling ours.

"Ali! Jay!" He gave me a hug, squeezing the life out of me. He gave Jay a man-hug as I put our suitcases in the car. The dusty box caught my eye but I pretended it was nothing important and put it in. These diaries are really getting interesting to me.

The car ride to Jake's-I mean, our-house was filled with jokes and embarrassing memories.

Even though they annoy me to hell and back, my brothers are the only family I have left. I'm not letting them go.

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Hi, people. This is my first story on Wattpad so please tell me what you think. It's based on A Rose as Black as Your Heart here on Wattpad so go check it out, it's amazing. Also, song for the book is Demons by Imagine Dragons, you'll find out why soon. ;)

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