Chapter One: Rosland Household

Raining once again in the sunny Sunshine state, sat a gorgeous girl by the window, on the third day of November.

"What's new here?" she thinks dully to herself looking out the window towards the darkened sky. "This morning there wasn't even a single cloud in the sky, now look at it, it's raining like no tomorrow."

She sighs gathering up all her loose books and binders, placing them in the checkered Jansport backpack, and then stood up bring the bag along with her. Making her way to the front door of the library, she got stopped by two friends of her, who immediately engage her into deep conversation.

Katrina Rosland hasn't always lived in Florida. She recently came from the Golden state where her heart still remains. She moved in the summer between her freshman and sophomore year. Not too thrilled about the move, she hasn't shown that "genuine smile we all love and adore" as her parents claimed.

Katrina honestly could have cared less about her appearance. Deep golden blond hair, which only seemed to flow down her back perfectly with her graceful strides, and to also complement her figure. The beautiful winter green eyes on her head that always used to have the sparkle of a once happy girl, now only hold the dull gleam of a saddened child. "No, I am not beautiful," she always said to herself in the mirror, only to have her friends yell differently at her. What also made Katrina hate herself was her height. A tall five foot eight inches, she reached all most every guy she dated.

By all means, everyone wanted to "live in the Rosland" household, and to be perfectly honest, who wouldn't? Not only did it house Katrina, but also her two other siblings, Tyler Rosland and Danielle Rosland, some of the most popular kids in school. For that, Katrina always hid in their shadows, and for once in her life, she didn't care. She actually welcomed the darkness and the aloneness of her place. It was where she was content to stay at for the moment.

Tyler Rolsand was considered a "gorgeous prince" in the eyes of many girls that walked Christ the King Christian High School's hallways, where all three Rosland kids attended. A tall muscular frame of six foot five inches, even the teachers thought something of him. His bright ocean blue eyes seem to always hold an adventurous side to Tyler that not too many people get to experience, for once you see his childish side, everyone feels young again. And the black hair that rested on the top of his head was the only black hair that Katrina had ever seen that was deeply dark, if not even darker than night itself. What also seemed to add to his "all the reasons to like Tyler Rosland", he was the quarter back for the varsity team. "Go lions!" cheered every cheerleader, but, as everyone knows, the cheerleaders didn't mean "lions", no, they meant "Go Tyler!"

This only leaves one other sibling, Danielle Rosland, who was the middle child. She was the "Princess" of the junior class, and whose popularity only soared higher and higher everyday. She was the queen bee of socialism, the one who never stopped. On the weekends she would go to the movies, after the movies she would go to a shelter and volunteer, then she'd hit the mall with her best girlfriends, go to dance practice afterwards, come home and get ready for her date, and yes, to answer your question, she did this in one day. During the week, she would go to school, where she would go to dance practice afterwards, and then finally come home to only have homework and a date to schedule in. And, she would do that the days after, or just do something different, but equally have a busy schedule.

On top of her socialism, she was beautiful. Katrina had wondered why the guys were always attracted to Danielle, but she soon realized that there really was no mystery to it. Danielle's woody brown hair only reached to her shoulder blades, but it always shinned. It would also only make her chocolate eyes glow brighter. Her five foot, six inch frame was the perfect height for any guy to wrap their protective are around her, and whisper flirtatious things in her ear. Her weight was also another thing going for her. She was light enough for guys to pick her up and twirl her around, so her giggles would ring through the crisp, clear air. No, there really was no mystery about her sister.

Katrina and Danielle always had a competition between the two of them. No one understood why, or how they knew there even was one, for the two girls never voiced, "We are at war!" But there was something that the two of them understood, and they always glared at one another. Maybe one was jealous over the other. Maybe one hated the other one more. Maybe they both liked the same boy. And no doubt, the winner of every competition was Danielle herself. That always annoyed Katrina to no end, which only drove her wanting to beat her sister even more. Either way, they always showed at least some sort of affection towards one another after every good arguement.

No matter what the circumstance are, everyone wanted to say, "We are a part of the Rosland household." Sadly, reality always seemed to burst everyone's dreams.

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"I'm home!" Katrina's voice rang through the empty two-story house. "Aww Lexi calm down girl!" she added with a giggle, as their big three year old golden retriever jumped onto her. She managed, after a few minutes, to push the over excited dog away from her and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Finally home," she whispered to herself sadly as she entered the large white, and pink kitchen.

No this may not be her true home, for that is always in California, but for now, it would have to do.