Chapter One: The Reason Why

Who knew that Mary Anne Rose Summers would be pushed out of her home by her parents just because she burned down the barn? Who knew they gave her a ticket to the first plane off to Beacon Hills, California? And, the most important question, who knew that the lonely teenager would soon be the talk of the town, nevertheless, in the popular clique with the most popular girl in school, Lydia Martin? To clarify it, Mary Anne Rose Summers, nicknamed Rose, didn't even think she'd fit into the nerds and losers, which was the lowest of the low in school. When Rose has just enough money to buy food and an apartment, she feels her life suddenly turn around, but she doesn't know the half of it. Before we go any further into the mystery that is Rose, let's go back to day one of the new life.

Who knew that finding an apartment to rent would be hard? Not to mention having to pay for a taxi that would take up most of her money and the apartment would probably take the rest. By the time the money runs out, Rose wouldn't even have started school and that would mean a job, or two, or five, but it was worth it to get away from the cows and the chickens. After hours and hours of looking for an apartment, there was a beautiful one not far from the school she'd be taking, and, on the plus side, it was only a grand each month. Once she bought it, she got a taxi and it pulled up to the apartment building. Once she found apartment ten and opened the door, she let out a sign of relief. Expecting to see a dump of an apartment, it was the opposite. There was a living room, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a kitchen. Each room was pretty large, except for one of the bedrooms, but it looked like it was mostly going to be used for storage, which was in Rose's mind. Dropping her two suitcases and three bags on the floor, she went around the apartment. The living room was already set up with free furniture and there was a bed in one of the bedrooms and two beds in another bedroom. The landlord said he wife needed to rent it out to anyone and was willing to have it be rented at a thousand each month. He said that it freaked his wife out as a child was murdered in the bathroom by the father who drowned him and then hung himself.

After an hour of relaxing, Rose got off the couch to unload her suitcases and her bags. Taking one of the suitcases, she unloaded her clothes into the dressers that were already in the apartment along with other furniture that the wife wanted to leave. All of it looked brand new, but the landlord said it was a couple years old, but untouched by the wife and him. After she finished her clothes, she put picture frames on all the hooks left in the apartment, which was surprisingly enough. Next she grabbed her next suitcase and began unloading her blankets and pillows onto the beds. In one of her bags was her make up, which was put on her dresser and the other dresser had her jewelry sitting on top. Her other two bags were filled with scarves, hats, gloves, all her regular winter stuff, even though it doesn't snow in California, they weren't really used for snow. When Rose finished unloading all of her bags and suitcases, she put them into the bedroom now used as a storage room for the time being. Looking as the clock, she realized it was eight at night and she would have school the next day. Sighing, she kicked off her shoes, got into her nightie, dropped her iPod and iPhone off on the table next to her bed, and fell asleep, wishing that school wasn't so soon as it was.

With the sun peaking through the curtains, Rose woke up to get ready for school, hating that it was now. Changing into her favorite Milly Sleeveless Lace dress, My Best Ever Black Luichinyhigh heels, and leaving her black hair down, letting it swing around her mid-back. She applied her make up, smiling at the beautiful outfit she had chosen and grabbed her iPod and iPhone off the table, walking over to her bag. Once she picked up her Kofta bag, she put her iPhone and iPod inside along with a few notebooks, binders, pens, and pencils before swinging it over one shoulder. As she walked out of her apartment, she locked the door behind her, shoving the key inside her pocket as she walked down the hallway. When she was outside, she felt her phone vibrate and she took it out of her bag, checking who it was. Of course it was her friend, her only friend, Amelia.

"Hello?" Rose asked as she walked down the street, turning towards the school.

"How's life in the sunshine state?" Amelia questioned.

"There aren't any cows, no farms, and I already have an apartment." Rose replied, hearing her high heels hit the ground with each step.

"What does the apartment look like?" Amelia asked, having all these questions.

"Beautiful. Can't believe it only went off with a grand each month." Rose said as she looked at a couple of boys riding in their car to school.

"That means you have four grand left, right?" Amelia asked, more questions each second.

"Well, three grand. Don't worry about it. I'm going to find a job, or five, and work until my parents decide that they shouldn't have kicked me out." Rose mumbled, rubbing a hand over her face as Amelia continued to talk to her.

"Be safe, alright? Gotta go. Bye." Amelia said, hanging up like she had no time.

After putting her iPhone into her pocket, she saw the school ahead of her and she stopped, sighing as she didn't want to walk the rest of the way up to the school. Once Rose had reached the school, she walked a couple boys, one of them crashing their bike into another car. Having all the attention wasn't bad and at least someone was paying attention to her unlike her last school. The second she got into the school, people were talking about her and she suddenly felt like the biggest news in the world. Walking over to her locker, Rose dumped her binders and the rest of her stuff inside as she took out her schedule. First period was English which meant she had to bring a binder, notebook and a pen with her to class. Taking out a binder, notebook, and a pen, she put them all into her bag and shut her locker. Hearing the first period bell go off, students filled their classrooms and Rose looked around for English. When she turned back around, she bumped into someone and she was pushed onto the floor, leaving her to see that it was a boy, not like the ones in Kansas.

"I'm sorry." He said as he bent over to help Rose up, which she excepted for him to do.

"It's my fault." Rose replied as she stood up, swinging her bag around her shoulder as she stared into his brown eyes.

"You must be the new student. My name's Scott McCall." He said as he looked into Rose's blue eyes.

"Rose Summers." She said as they both stared at each other until Rose looked away at the clock.

"I should get to class. Do you know where you're going?" Scott asked looking at the clock, but not caring about the time.

"English." She said, tilting her head at Scott who started to smile.

"I'm going to English right now. You can follow me." Scott told Rose as he started to walk to English, her following him.

Once they got to English, the teacher looked at Rose, starting to smile a little as she said, "You must be the new student."

"Isn't there one person that doesn't know?" Rose whispered to herself as the teacher walked over to Rose.

"Class, this-" The teacher waited for her name who quickly filled in.

"Rose Summers." She said as the teacher went on.

"This is Rose Summers. You can sit next to Scott McCall." She said as she pointed at Scott and Rose walked over to him, sitting down as she let her bag swing around the chair just after she grabbed her stuff.

"This is just plain luck." Rose whispered as Scott smirked, starting to write what the teacher was writing as Rose began to write.

The rest of the day could not be with Scott, could it?