Rose P.O.V

"Liss! We're going to be late for our first day of school!" I had already picked out my outfit the night before. I wore an ankle length flower skirt, with a green polo shirt. My hair was in a ponytail, too. I've been told I'd had a nice body before, but after what happened with my dad I refuse to wear anything too revealing.

"I'm coming Rose!" Lissa walked down the stairs, and I mentally gasped. Liss was wearing a pale pink dress with a yellow belt around her waist. Her platinum blonde hair was straightened and had a cute pink flower headband to go with her dress. She looked beautiful and I had tears in my eyes.

"Rose, you look like you're going to cry what's wrong?" Lissa asked; her eyes were concerned.

"I just wish I could dress like you and be pretty." I said truthfully. I blinked back tears, not wanting to have puffy eyes.

"Oh Rose." She took her thumb and wiped away a tear that had escaped from my eyes. "You are beautiful inside and out, but if you want to borrow my clothes-" I cut her off, and she looked sympathetic.

"It's not that I don't want to be pretty, I do. I'm afraid that if I do someone might hurt me." I told her, but she didn't quite understand because I wouldn't go into details about my dad.

"Rose, I don't know what happened between you and your dad, but he's in jail now. You have nothing to worry about." She gave me a warm smile and I knew that she meant it.

"It's too late to change my outfit anyway." I sniffed and wiped my face. "I have a closet filled with expensive clothes, I might try something tomorrow." I gave her a half smile and a hug.

"I love you Rose, and don't let anyone change you. You're perfect the way you are." I didn't say anything back because she knew no matter what I felt the same way.

"Girls! Victor, Lissa's uncle said in a sing-song kind of way. " He is such a kind man, and after Lissa's parents died he let both me, and Lissa stay in his guest house. Which were filled with beautiful clothes and accessories. He has a daughter named Natalie. I think she is a really nice girl, but talks too much. It's quite annoying.

"Hi Victor!" Lissa and I said in unison. He tried to speak, but was quickly cut off by a cough. We discovered that he had the flu, but I knew for sure that wasn't the case.

"Uncle Victor, are you sure that's just the flu?" I asked, sounding concerned. He just stopped his coughing fit, and looked very out of breath.

"I'm fine Rose, dear. Just a little dry in the throat. Now, hop in the car and I'll take you girls to school. Natalie took her car earlier so it'll just be us three." I let out a small sigh of relief that I wouldn't have to hear Natalie talk for 20 minutes.

The ride to St. Vladimir's was short and we were there in no time. I looked and school and thought, "holy crap!"

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