Abandoned

by LuvingDBelikov18

i am really not good at summer but this is my first storry every so please bears with me n i do have haw time with spelling.. any this is about how rose was lift at a borading school by her mother o yeah i change their last name hope u dont mind and this my Very First FanFiction and i really not good at english or editing so pleas baer with me lol

1. Chapter 1

I don't own none of these character just the last name

N I am going to need help to finish this story

Abandoned

I am so upset with my mother Janine Corwell; she left me here at this boarding school. Sometime I wonder if she even loves me or care about me. That the thing she never even look back once at me as she was walking away from me. I was just five years old at the time. Before she left she told me "Now Rosemarie I am leaving you here for your own good. I can not provide for you right now. I know you do not understand right not because you are young, but this is for the best for you. And I. Am. Not. Coming. Back. For. You."

I Rosemarie Athena Corwell, could never forget that dreadful day were my mother left me here at this awful place. After five years I thought she was lying when she said she would never come back to get me. When I was ten years old my sadness became into anger. I only had one friend since I been in this boarding school. Her name was Lisa Jarvice. I met her the same day my mother left me. Lisa and her family saw the whole thing that happen between my mother and I, and how my mother left me and never look back at me. I never cry when she lift and I will never will. Lisa and her family took me in as part of their family. Every sister then we became sister but not by blood.

They became the family I never had. It's two been two years since Lisa and mine family had die in that car crash. Now we only have each other to look out for. As I came out of my thoughts the teacher was saying that was telling the class that we are going to have important visitor coming to day and speak to us and tell us how they got to were they are today. When the visitor were coming in. One of them had black and bluish kind of hair and from there I knew who that woman was. And her name is Janine Corwell, my mother.

As I look at her, I saw nothing but red and I was anger with hatred; she looks straight at me with a blank expression on her face. In my mine I'm thinking "what is she doing here and why now after twelve years. Now she wants to come." I raise my hand so I can leave and go some where else before I start a seen. But staying in the same room with the woman who abandoned me here at this dreadful place who gave birth to me is my mother. With all the hatred I had I made show it was in my expression on my face and stood up and look at her then walk out of the class with everybody staring.