The Red Rose

Hello, West Virginia

Content Warning:

Harassment/speech isn't graphically shown however I wanted to place a CW just in case<3

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What could go wrong?

Well, everything could go wrong.

2017

It was a lengthy and exhausting time unpacking all of our things, waiting for the U-Haul to bring our heavier things (it wasn't that long); and we eventually calmed down and had dinner for the day. I looked at the front of the house for quite some time before even going into again. Our house had a nice white picket fence, a porch and had many bushes in the front. The inside welcomed visitors a-like with our dining table and a welcome mat. I now have a bedroom on the main level while my parents are both upstairs. I put things together neatly, and probably make my room a mess again shortly after its all organized.

I stayed up a little while longer, changed into my pajamas. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed.

I eventually lied my head on my pillow, and I tried to go to sleep; I couldn't really sleep, I usually always have a problem sleeping so maybe that's why I thoroughly enjoy caffeine.

Me and Louis have yet to meet, of course he was the first thought I had, but my parents don't want me to meet a random boy from the internet. He's only sixteen. I really hope we can meet up one day. The sun outside was beaming, a warm day, might as well as make the best of it, right? I grabbed a cup of pencils, colored and all. Erasers included, and I grabbed a sketchbook and walked to our backyard. In the way out, my father came up to me.

"Hey, Clem, what are you up to?" he asked me, grinning ear to ear. I show him my sketchbook and cup of pencils. "I'm going to draw," I smiled. He warned me of the "scary" critters he saw earlier. "More of a reason to draw them, dad." I said to him leaving towards the back door. I love our backyard, its like a mini forest just in our own. I kind of miss my tree house, I had so many memories with it. Once, my parents went off to Savannah, and me and my babysitter saw a raccoon living in my tree house. I didn't like it, but sure do I miss it. I sit down on a chair under an umbrella we put up, and I opened my sketchbook. I grabbed my pencil and started to sketch the tree in our neighbor's backyard. I could honestly spend hours sketching something like this, truth be told; I have, it's easy to loose hours sketching life in front of your eyes. As I was detailing the leaves, I heard voices from one of the fenced yards.

"Please don't do that," said one deep and anonymous voice that pleaded.
—"You can't stop me," A feminine voice went high in defense. I look over to the voices and one was a boy with blond hair, the shortest had red hair. "Marlon—"

"It's already been done," The guy that must be Marlon gritted his teeth and he rested his arm onto my fence. "Marlon, you can't just go shittin' around with Sophie—you are older than Sophie you creep!" The red-headed girl's face heated. "Shut up!"

"What the fuck did you just say to me?—"

I couldn't just sit here and say nothing while I eavesdrop on their argument. The entire neighborhood would've started to hear them if they didn't quiet down.

"Hey, what's going on here?" I walk up to the fence placing my hands on my hips. They quickly whipped their heads around to see me; Marlon and the red-headed girl blushed. "You ain't heard that, right?" Marlon asked me. "Of course she did, dick." The red-headed girl held her arm and mumbled something I couldn't quite hear. "Hey, we have a girl here that doesn't even know us and you're still calling me a dick!" Marlon glared at the girl. "How about we don't call anyone dicks today," I piped up giving them both a look. Not quite sure if they were even expecting it, but even so, I couldn't just listen.