BEFORE I START, THIS JUST CAME TO ME SO NO BAD COMMENTS PLZ. ALSO THIS IS COMPLAETLY MY OWN STORY, I HATE COPYING BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL BAD...THX...LET THE STORY BEGIN.
She was on her why back to the orphanage. Three girls were snickering behind her back as she walked down the hall why towards the exit of the school. Fuck em she thought as she walked. She usually hated swearing but she did it to stop the girl's laughs.
She came to the door and a cold breeze hit her face. Rosy-lee pulled her coat closer to her body to keep the heat.
She started walking down the street to the dirty little building at the end. She hated the Orphanage, the woman who owned it hated all the kids except the ones who told on the others. Rosy had ran away before, lots of times but would always get caught by police saying that "miss Greenward has been worried sick for you!"
Hopefully she died of a heart attack would always be her come back, and then they would throw her into the back of the police car and drive away.
She usually would lock herself in her room, but then she would make little Amy worry. Amy was like the only family that Rosy has, of course she isn't really related to her but she treats and protects her like sister.
She came to the filthy black house on the end of the roughest streets in England. She actually liked living in the street, it was just the house.
She walked in to be greeted by screeching and shouting of the children who shared the house. There were like 20 kids here!
She would go through the list, but then she really couldn't be bothered. She climbed up the narrow staircase to her room; being one of the toughest ones here she could get what she wanted from any of these little twerps. She was also one of the oldest too.
There were three including her; Tom, the oldest at 18. Always getting into trouble with the police and usually locking himself in his bedroom.
Andrew, second oldest at 17. He was better behaved then Tom, he was an A student in school and is thinking about college. The one he wants to go to isn't like the good one though; it's a cheap one that Miss Greenward chose. Who was generally Cheapskate?
Rosy slammed her door shut, after a hard day at school she didn't want to hear all those idiots down there.
She flopped onto one of the beds in the room. The room itself wasn't very impressive; an old desk and two beds, under one of the bed was school stuff and under the other was a children's book and a very tatty bear that was missing an eye and arm.
There was a knock on the door and the pitter-patter of two feet told Rosy there was someone in the room, and she knew who.
She got up and grabbed the person before they could do anything, tickling them at the same time.
"Ahh no Rosy, no!" said a babyish voice. It was little 5 year old Amy, her dirty blonde hair getting in the way of her freckly face. She was wearing a hello kitty t-shirt and a skirt with stripy leggings underneath.
She wiggled around as Rosy tickled her, squealing. She pushed Rosy off and stood, grinning at her "sister."
"Hi Rosy" she squeaked and Rosy smiled. There was another knock on the door, more like a bang. The two girls tuned to face the door. Rosy stood and walked over to the door pulling it open and making the owner of the noise fall to his face.
"Sam this better be good" she said sternly, putting her hands on her hips and staring at the 10 year old. He grinned and picked himself up.
"Dinners ready…" he said.
"Let me guess…take away pizza…again?" she walked over to Amy, taking her hand and leading her to the door. The boy nodded sheepishly and then ran back downstairs, the two girls closely behind.
Dinner around the squashed table…again. Sometimes Rosy wished she didn't have to come downstairs, she really hated it. She finished 5 slices of pizza and walked back upstairs. She heard a scream and knew it was Amy.
She ran back into the room to see one of the boys taking Amy's pizza with the little girl sat there crying.
She stalked over to him and pushed him to the floor. He tumbled and fell next to Amy.
"Watch where you-" he saw that it was Rosy and shut up; he didn't want to get on her bad list. He picked himself, stared at the two girls and walked away, hoping she may leave it at that. But of course she didn't.
"OHH NO YOU DON'T!" she yelled, running up to him. She finally remembered who this guy was. He was one of the boys who stole Amy's clothes so she had to go to preschool in her pyjamas.
The boy squeaked as he turned to see Rosy jumping after him. Without a second thought he moved out the way, she landed doing a forward roll in the process. She looked up at him as he yelped and ran upstairs. She followed him up where he locked himself in one of the boy's rooms.
"YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR OR I'LL SMASH IT DOWN!" she screamed whilst banging her fist against the door. By now they had drawn a crowd of kids yelling "fight fight" again and again.
10 minutes later she finally sighed, giving up. She knew it was bad to beat up a kid, it was just she hated people who were…bad! She walked to her room slamming the door behind her. She could as the kids stopped yelling and went around doing what they were doing before.
Amy ran in and gave Rosy a hug. "Thank you" she said, her crystal blue eyes shimmering and wet from when she was crying.
Rosy help her get ready for bed. She climbed into bed and smiled at Rosy as if she was waiting for something. Rosy flopped over and stared at her, Amy gave her the puppy dog face that never failed and Rosy rolled her eyes and took a seat next to the bed.
Sleep, baby, sleep
Your father tends the sheep
Your mother shakes the dreamland tree
And from it fall sweet dreams for thee
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
Rosy had a voice like an angel. Amy eyes started to droop but she tried to stay awake to hear the rest of the lullaby.
Sleep, baby, sleep
our cottage vale is deep
the little lamb is on the green
with snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep
It was the lullaby her mum used to sing for her. She couldn't remember her mother very much, but she remembered the song. Her mother died just a few months after Rosy's second birthday.
Rosy sighed and walked to her own bed, deciding she wanted an early night. She climbed in after quickly changing clothes and locking the door. Kids would always come into your room and do things that would make you want to punch them repeatedly. Things like drawing on your face with permanent marker.
She kept her eyes open for a while, staring at the ceiling before finally drifting to sleep…