HI EVERYONE! Well this is the first chapter. I redid it a bit so that it exactly like the first chapter of the version did by RozaHathaway17 whom I adopted the story from.
"Good-bye, Rosemarie," my mother said as she slid into her car and proceeded to drive away.
"Bye," I murmured as I watch as she drove through Saint Vladomir's Gates essentially abandoning me. She enrolled me at Saint Vlads before she left, so I could be trained to be a guardian and to keep the Moroi safe from Strigoi. She said that keeping her charge safe comes before staying with me, 'They come first' as she says.
A middle aged Dhampir woman knelt down next to me taking my hand in hers. "Hello sweetheart, my name is Alberta. What is your name?"
"I'm Rose Hathaway," I said looking into her warm brown eyes.
"That is a very beautiful name, Rose. You are five correct?" I nodded by head, signaling her to continue. "Then you are going to be in the kindergarten classes. I'll escort you there and come and get you at the end of the day to make sure you get settled. Sound good?"
"Yes," I said as I grabbed hold of my bag lying beside me.
At that she stood and took hold of my hand and we began weaving our way through the hallways, after traveling through 4 different hallways and passing through a breezeway we finally arrived at my classroom. Alberta opened the door and walked over to a pretty moroi woman with strawberry blonde and pale blue eyes, and pointed to me as she spoke.
"So you are Rosemarie!" she exclaimed as she walked over to me.
"It's just Rose," I told her. She was irking my nerves a bit being this peppy this early in the morning.
"Of course, Rose! Well I am going to be your teacher this year, my name is Ms. Ciora. If you need anything at all, just ask. Let's go ahead and get you a seat," she said. She hummed as she scanned the room looking for a seat. "Oh! How about we sit you next to Princess Vasilisa!" she exclaimed as she began leading me over to a taller moroi girl with straight platinum blonde hair that framed her face and stopped at her shoulders. Her pale skin made her bright jade green eyes really pop in comparison. She was my exact opposite. I had dark brown wavy hair that came down to the middle of my back and my eyes colored dark chocolate brown to match. And thanks to my unknown father I had a naturally tanned completion.
"Princess Vasilisa this is Rose Hathaway. She is going to be sitting beside you this year! Rose say hello," Ms. Ciora said in her far too cheerful voice, which I now assumed was due to the three cups of coffee I spotted on her desk.
"Hello, Princess Vasilisa," I said quietly. I was a little unsure about befriending her since she was a royal. At my introduction she squinched up her nose.
"Hi, Rose! It's nice to meet you. It's Lissa though, I hate being called Princess," she extended her hand and smiled at me. I took it and smiled back as I sat down next to her.
"Okay, class! Take five minutes and get to know your classmates then we'll move on to our lesson." Lissa and I were talking about all the things we had in common, she had just started telling me about her family when two boys came up to our table.
"Hi Vasilisa and-," the boy who spoke eyes slid to me. "dhampir," the boy spat at me and turned back to Lissa. "I'm Jesse and this is Ralf. It's nice to meet you"
"My name is not dhampir, its Rose," I growled at them. "And her name is Lissa. Don't call us that again."
Lissa looked a little lost at what to do. You could tell she was not used to conflict, so she turned to politeness instead. "We don't like those names, so if you wouldn't mind please call us by Rose and Lissa."
"Sure we'll call you Lissa," Jesse smiled politely at her, then turned to me with a twisted grin on his face. "But we will call you whatever we want dhampir. Last time I check we are royals and you're kind are nothing more than pathetic blood whores."
At that I shot out of my seat and grabbed Jesse by the collar of his shirt causing his eyes to bulge out of his head and erasing the smug look that he has worn off his face. I was about to slug him, when Lissa stood and grabbed drawn back fist.
"That is wrong," Lissa said. Anger prominent in her voice for the first time. "We're all people, it doesn't matter if we're dhampirs or Moroi. And they are most defiantly not blood whores! We should even be nicer to the dhampirs, I mean, they do die for us."
Jesse was about to reply when Ms. Ciora beat him to it.
"Alright class! Time's up, I hope we've all gotten to know each other. Now I have written the alphabet on the board. Your names are written on the tops of your desks, I'd like you all to practice writing your names. I'll be around to help."
I reluctantly let go of Jesse at Lissa's tug on my arm. Jesse and Ralf scampered off to their seats at the front of the room. Still fuming Lissa and I sat back down and began to practice writing our names. I had only wrote 'Rose' and Lissa just wrote 'Lissa'. Ms. Ciora came by our desks to check our progress.
"Oh, my! I meant your full names, dears. You need to write 'Rosemarie Hathaway' and 'Vasilisa Dragomir'. Your letters are all formed correctly though. Good job. Rose you may want to work on your penmanship, it's a little on the sloppy side. Don't worry practice makes perfect!" With that said she moved on to another table. Lissa was having a hard time with her last name and so was I.
"Come on everyone you have to write your names ten times each before we can move on to the next assignment," Ms. Ciora chirped. I was already anger at Jesse and Ralf and upset at having been dumped here by my mother. This just seemed to be the icing on the cake of a very bad day. I had had enough!
"Fascist bastard!" I yelled as I chunked my book at the back of her head. I had no idea what it meant at the time, but I knew how to hit a moving target. My book hit her square in the middle of her back of her head, causing her to stumble forward and almost fall over a student's desk. She swung around holding the back of her head. Seeing as I was the only one standing, she didn't have to look long for the culprit.
"ROSEMARIE HATHAWAY! GO TO THE HEADMISTRESS'S OFFICE, IMMEDIATELY!" She screamed as her face turned a violent shade of red. The whole class broke out into laughter, with the exception of Lissa and me. I grabbed bag and slug it over my shoulder and took off out of the classroom. I knew what I did was wrong, but at that point I really did not care.
I ran through the hallways and out of the elementary school building. I wandered around ducking behind bushed when I would see a guardian on petrol. I didn't hear the footsteps come up behind me due to me being so focused on trying to willpower away the male guardian standing around the path I was trying to go down.
"What do you think you doing Rose," I swung around and saw Alberta looking down at me with her arms crossed and a stern expression on, though I thought I could see a slight hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Ummm….Working on my stealth skills," it was meant to come out jokingly but sounded more like a question.
"I bet you are," she said as she cocked an eyebrow at me. "Why aren't you in class?"
Sighing in defeat I told her what happened in class.
"I'm supposed to be in the headmistress's office now," I paused at a loss for words. "But I just... I just want to go home! But I can because my mom doesn't even want me!" I blurted out while trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears. She picked me up and I buried my face in her neck and broke down.
She held me in her arms soothing me and assuring me she would take care of me. My tears dried up after a little while and I was exhausted from crying. Alberta carried me to her office where I slept for the remainder of school.
After that day Lissa and I became inseparable, and was my best friend. That is, until two years later when I met my 'Comrade' Dimitri Belikov.
Well that is the first chapter! Tell me what you think.
I decided to do it chapter by chapter instead of doing a couple at a time since I will be starting me new job tomorrow. That way I will not procrastinate.
If you have any Ideas for the future please let me know or if you have any helpful criticism it is welcome