board says outside of the all-girls boarding school. I cringe at the word
pure; knowing that 'pure' is the opposite of me. Kicked out of my
childhood home, I am being forced to attend a school that can shape me
up, as the Judge said. So for the next 4 years I will be imprisoned at this
hell-hole probably surrounded by "pure" and entirely too boring and
studious nuts. Mom back in the car coming here, said, "God needs to
absolve you of your sins, and until he does, you will be perfect, well
perfect for your standards". These had been the first words she said to
me since she found out what my "sins" were, a month ago.
As if getting regular beatings from Dad, and daily lectures wasn't
enough, I have to attend this school, or they will allow me to go to juvie
for a couple months for my "sins". See here's the thing; the judge said
either I went to a sort of reform school and met my parents approval,
since my mother is a law enforcer, or it was off to juvie. Yeah for sure
my mother is a law enforcer, I can still feel her hand against my
cheek…back… legs…, causing rawness that has still not gone away. My
father has never spoken or looked at me since the trial, besides for the
beatings that I have mentioned. Being part of law enforcement, no one
has noticed the bruises that were strategically placed as not to be seen.
Is it wrong to actually be happy to be going to this dump, just if it
means escaping the heavy hand and punishment of my parents, as well
as heavy disappointment of all my neighbors and former friends.
Hopefully Carlton will be a nice and calm escape, from my past, and if it
isn't I don't know how I will keep living.
I guess your wondering what exactly my sins were, but I'm not
ready to talk about my turbulent past, and don't know when I ever will
be able to. Lets just say what my parents do to me, was 100000000 times
better than what happened to me. Of course with my luck in life, I was
blamed for lying about what had happened. When I began acting violent,
because nobody would listen, eventually I got in trouble and now I'm
here.
To protect myself, from my neighbors, and former friends when I
was still in Busco, Kentucky (just made up a place, sorry if its real), I
changed my image, and have become sort of punk, from loads of
eyeliner, to band t-shirts, to lots of black and cool clothes. My new
image makes me feel protected against the world, and makes living from
moment to moment more bearable. I thank god every day that this is an
all-girls school I will be attending, because ever since what happened I
cannot even breathe around boys without full on breaking down. So
imagine how hard it was when my father would touch me?
My name is Rosalie Hale, and I hope I can survive the next four
years, without finding myself in trouble, and without my past coming
back to haunt me.
From now on the story will be written in third person and will begin from when she enters the school. This story will contain many lesbian couples and hopefully it will be long and very dramatic
*Just to note: no characters in the books are mine, new ones are mine, and school name was just made up in my head, has no specific meaning.*