Hi! I'm Rosalina Kindle; Rose for short. I'm 17 years old and I live in a foster home. It's old and creaky, pretty ghetto if you ask me. I have a pretty boring and normal life. I've lived in a foster home ever since I was 4. My parents left me here...and I don't know why. On a more positive note, I love animals! They have been my friends when no one else has. I'm generally un-fit. I have extremely low stamina, almost no muscles at all, and I'm near-sighted. And that's barely any of my flaws. I'm slightly flabby, and very tall. 5'7" actually. The main reason I havent been adopted yet, is because I am so stubborn, and yet, thats the only thing that's gotten me anywhere in life. I go to a regular highschool, get bullied and rumored about, and I only have a few friends. This is why I stick with animals more than humans.
"Rose! Get up we gotta go!", Lance yelled at my sleeping body. Lance is a fellow foster child, but he's only been here a year.
"Alright, I'm up...", I groaned, literally rolling out of bed, and falling on my back. I quickly put on some clothes and did my hair and eyeliner before running out the door to school with half of a poptart in my mouth.
Before the day barely began, the school bully, Lannom started taunting me.
"Hey stem.", he said making fun of my name. I ignored him and walked off, or at least tried to.
"Hey! I'm talkin' to you, nerd!" That just pissed me off.
"What do you want?", I said trying to stay calm.
"Well now you made me angry by ignoring me. Where are your manners?", he cooed, gripping his right hand into a fist. Right after I rolled my eyes in annoyance, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I collaped to the ground, holding my stomach in pain. A teacher passed by, pretending to not be paying attention. The bullies laughed and walked off.
"God, I hate humans...", I whispered to myself.
"What was that Ms. Kindle?" I turned to see my teacher standing beside me, looking down.
"Nothing, Mr. Emerson.", I lied.
"Well, maybe you can tell me about it in detention tomorrow."
"B-but I didn't even do anything!"
"Then obviously you didnt hear the bell for class ring." It must've rung when I groaned or fell. I facepalmed and gathered my things and headed to class. During class, I looked at the detention form Mr. Emerson gave me. That's odd. It said that it was going to be in his classroom, not the normal detention classroom. I wonder why.
Gym class came along too quickly. I grabbed the bandages in my gym locker and wrapped up my stomach before changing into my uniform. Maybe that would help my stomach from anymore damage for one day.
"Making a corset for your pudge?", one on the popular, stick-skinny girls said with a laugh. The other girls joined in her laugh. I slipped on my black t-shirt and headed out of the room, ignoring the annoying snickering and comments. We had to do my least favorite thing today, running laps outside. In the end, I was alone far behind the others, almost passing out from lack of oxygen, and profuse sweating. I tied my hair up in a loose ponytail and quickly headed to my english class. Luckily, I had one semi-friend in that class, Phillip. He was alot more fit than I am. He did JROTC instead of gym. Today he had to wear the uniform, which looked quite nice on him. Mrs. Anderson had an unusual person in class today. She was an older woman with faded, blonde, frizzy hair. She also had thick-rimmed glasses and old clothes. She introduced her as a fortuneteller. Phillip and I exchanged confused and disbelieving glances towards the woman. One by one, she told everyone's fortune and we had to do an essay on it by next week. Phillip's turn came. The elder woman lightly put her fingers on his head, closing her eyes to focus, or see an image of some sort in her mind.
"Ooh,", she said breaking the focused silence. "Very interesting. You will face trials in the near future, but soon after...you will be in a much harder battle. Deaths will happen around you when you can't stop it. And you will be faced with a very tough decision about someone close to you." When she finished, she removed her fingers from his head and opened her eyes again. Phillip walked back to his seat with a look on his face that showed he was pondering about what she said. The first thing that came to my mind is that he planned to join the army. A small worried shiver slid up my spine.
"Rose! It's your turn.", Mrs. Anderson called. I nervously crept out of my seat and sat in front of the fortuneteller. She mimicked the position with her fingers to my head and eyes closed as she did before. My eyes closely watched her expression go from relaxed to almost frightened or worried.
"Your future holds an event that will change your life, and not particularly for the better. I see death and regret. Happiness and pain. And a strong decision that can decide where- or rather how long your future lasts." With her last statement she looked me right in the eyes with a terrified look. "I cannot see what happens after that." Her breath quivered as her brittle arms wrapped me in a hug. I gently patted her arm and looked toward Phillip. He had an equally worried expression. That's when I realized I had an shocked face. All eyes in the class were staring at me, jaws gaping open. 'What is going to happen to me?' I thought. The fragile woman released her grip and I quickly walked back to my seat. Phillip leaned over and rubbed my hand to try and give me some sort of comfort.