Hey guys (and galls) I told y'all I wanted to try this story so here I am. Don't worry I will still write more to the motel but right now I really wanted to try this. For those of you who suggested it I did contact the author whose idea this originally was but they never replied… oh well it's not like I stole any of their actual writing just the general idea

Disclaimer: I do not own VA nor was the idea of the story mine… I just liked it

Background info: rose is 16 and Dimitri is 18 (this way he is older but still high school with her.) rose has bounced from foster home to foster home since she was 5, this is her last chance at a real home. The rest you will learn from the story.

"Rose! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" yelled Olena Belikov. Her Russian accent laced her words reminding me once again this was not my family, I had no family. I rolled over in my bed and pulled the covers over my head hoping to fall back asleep. I was just about to slip off into dream land when a knock came from my door.

"If you want a ride to school get up, or run there. I don't care ether way." A guy said his accent was softer than his mothers, twirling with his words to form a voice that could make any girl swoon. But even that wouldn't get me up today. Two weeks I had been with the Belikov's. It wasn't the longest time I had spent with a foster family but it sure as hell wasn't the shortest.

I didn't want to get up today; it just seemed like too much effort. Rumors about my past were already spreading around the school. How they found out about the few times I had been arrested was beyond me but they never should have because I was never charged with anything. They all knew I was violent and wouldn't think twice to throw a punch, guy or girl, but that may be because in my two weeks I had already been in three fights.

The door opened. They must have figured out I wasn't planning on getting out of bed today. "Don't make me do this Rosemarie. Please just get up." Dimitri said firmly.

He called me Rosemarie. I had told him countless times my name was rose but he refused to call me it. I hated my full name. I was already in a bad mood then add him calling me Rosemarie I decided to be stubborn. I pulled the cover away from my face. Dimitri stood at the end of my bed, all six foot four of him. Every time I saw him I could hardly believe he was eighteen, he looked so much older. His hair, that when worn down brushed his shoulders, was pulled back at the nape of his neck in a sloppy version of a ponytail. His dark brown eyes held a look that always made me feel as if he knew things beyond his years, and maybe he did. He and his mother had moved here after his mother finally had enough of his father and his abuse. I knew he had sisters back in Russia but they never talked about them. They had chosen to live with their dad.

I ignored the slight embarrassment I felt over him seeing me with bed head. I gave a snort that sounded very un-lady like (like I cared), then I rolled back over and put the cover back over my head. I heard a sigh and Dimitri walking towards my bed. I felt the blankets covering my feet fold up exposing my feet and the lower part of my leg. Before I knew what he was doing he had a hold of my ankles and was pulling. Instinctively I grabbed my bed frame. I let out a scream of anger. I really didn't like this guy, no matter how hot.

Finally he let go. He started swearing in Russian. I hated it when he did that. If he was going to say things about me then he should say them so I understand them, and so I know what I'm punching him for. I quickly sat up in bed and threw the first thing my fingers found. A pillow hit him square in the face. Not exactly what I planned but good enough. Dimitri glared at me before turning to leave.

"Get dressed!" he snapped at me then slammed my door.

I didn't waste time on my hair or make up. I jumped in the shower long enough to wash and then got out not even bothering to blow dry my hair. I ran a brush through it and then walked over to the closet. Olena had taken be shopping my first day with her. She said I need real clothes for school. I didn't see what was wrong with my sweat pants and hoodie but whatever. I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt that said "I'm up and dressed… what more could you want?" I went well with the morning I was having. I quickly swiped on some mascara and was done.

I stomped all the way down the stairs, it didn't matter Olena wasn't there, she never is. She works second shift and then works overtime, then when she is home she is sleeping. It didn't bother me though I like being on my own. But when she was home and awake she was so nice to me. I hoped that this combination would let me last longer here. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and some granola bars then headed out side.

Dimitri was outside starting his motorcycle getting ready to ride off to school. he thought I would never make it outside in time to get to school so he was going to leave me. I walked up behind him, completely aware that he didn't know I was there. I tapped him on the shoulder. He quickly turned around.

"You weren't going to leave me were you comrade?" I asked in an angelic voice. He shook his head in disbelief, but just told me to get on. He sped away from the driveway. One thing I truly like about Dimitri is that he isn't afraid to drive fast. The only bad thing was that we got to school faster. I dismounted the bike. Sighing I got ready to face another day in hell.

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Question of the day: (I wonder if I will become famous on here for these.)

Are you adopted for living with a foster family?