I have never done a one shot before, and this just popped into my mind. I hope you like it, and I am sorry it is short.

The Worn Folder

"Then it's settled. Guardian Belikov will be leading the search for the Princess and Hathaway." Guardian Petrov said to the room of guardians. Everyone soon left, except me and Alberta. "Belikov, here is what you need to know about the two girls." She set two folders down in front of me.

"Thank you, Guardian Petrov." I said and sat down at one of the empty tables spread across the room.

"Dimitri," She said on her way out. "The princess won't be a problem. But Rose, well Rose is high spirited." She smiled at some far off memory. "Don't look at her as everyone else does. She's special." I nodded, not really understanding. She left.

I opened the smallest folder. Vasilisa Dragomir. The folder was in mint condition. It looked like it had never been opened, and was still that perfect vanilla color. I opened it found two pieces of paper. One was the princess's school grades, and the other was a brief summary of her life and royal line. Moroi. Always so proud of their social status. I closed her folder and placed it to the side.

I picked up the other folder and placed it in front of me. Rosemarie Hathaway. The folder was about three inches thick and weighed as much as two bricks. It was worn out, and had a slight gray coloring to it. Some of the edges were frayed and ripped. I opened the cover, and it ripped a little more. I chuckled to myself. This girl must have gotten into a lot of trouble. How she and the princess ever go to be friends, I would probably never know.

I looked through the first few pages and was hit by things that I have already been told by almost every guardian or teacher at the academy. Reckless. Rude. Arrogant. Undisciplined. They might as well of put a stamp on the front that said Bad Student. I turned a few more pages and there was her profile where her picture stood out at the top. And even in black and white, she was still beautiful. Her hair was long and thick, her face as glorious as if it was carved by angels. Her stunning beauty caught me off guard and I lost my self in this small, black and white picture.

I immediately chastised myself for looking at a student- a picture no less- this way.

I closed the folder and picked both of them up. I turned off the lights and started the trek back to the guardian building. I walked into the lobby, out of the cold and up to my room. Once there, I set the folders on my desk and opened Hathaway's folder again. I stared at her picture once more.

I decided to push all of the rumors and statements from the teachers away.

There is no possible way that a single folder- even one that large- could fit an entire life. Rosemarie Hathaway's life. A life I will let her live, without any criticism from at least one person.