When tomorrow comes
(I would just like to add that this is an angst fic. It might seem cheerful for the first little while, but this is only the prologue.)
Rose lyed on her bed, looking around the new, unfamiliar room. The digital clock on her dresser read 6:30 AM.
Rose sighed. School started in 3 and a half hours and she hadn't even slept a wink. She continued to look around the plain white walls in her new room. She sighed again and rolled over.
This was going to be a long night.
Rose and the Del Rossi's had just moved from their old house in Brampton to this brand-new house in Toronto. She had been living with the Del Rossi's for 3 years, now.
When she was 5 years old, she met Marco. They had become best-friends almost instantly. Rose would come over for dinner all the time and even stayed over some nights. Marco and his family always knew something wrong with her, she was very secretive and moody all the time, but they usually shook it off. They noticed that she always wore long sleeves, even in the summer time, and whenever Marco has asked if he could come over to her place, she refused.
The Del Rossi's knew Rose was in foster care, because her mother was abusive and her father had never even been in her life. Marco's mother, Louisa, had been like a second mother for her, always supportive and always there for her.
One night, when Rose was 10, Louisa saw bruises and cuts all along Rose's arms and legs. When she confronted her, Rose broke down and told her the truth. Her foster father abused her.
Lou called the authorities and he got arrested. Rose, however, didn't have anywhere to stay, so she invited her to stay with them.
Rose has been living with them for a long time, now. Last year, Lou and Rob desided to make it official, so no-one could take her away from them, and adopted her.
And now, just a week ago, they all moved to Toronto for a fresh start.
Rose and Marco would be starting grade 9 together at Degrassi community school in just a matter of hours. Rose was still wide awake.
She groaned and got out of bed.
She silently crossed the room and opened her door. She tip-toed her way towards Marco's room.
His door was left wide open, as usual and you could hear him snoring softly.
She quickly walked in and shut the door behind her. She flicked the light on.
Marco groaned, hugging his pillow tightly.
"Marco!" She whispered.
"What?" He said, his voice slightly muffled.
"Marco, get up!"
He blinked and sat up.
"Rose, what are you doing? It's still dark out."
"I know, I couldn't sleep."
"So, you wanted me to suffer, too?"
She made a face.
"It's six-thirty."
"So?" He said, frowning.
"So, yesterday you told me to wake you up at six so you could get ready."
His frown deepened.
"Remember? You said you wanted to make a good impression for your first day?"
He warily rubbed his eyes, still looking confused.
"I don't remember saying that, but it's a pretty good idea, Rose, thanks."
"Right… so are you exited, then?"
"No. I don't think any one in the right mind would be exited for the first day of school. The word you're looking for is 'Nervous'."
Rose sighed.
"Before you start rambling, I'm going to have a shower. Now, get ready!"
She paused at the doorway.
"And don't go back to sleep!"
"Yes, mother." He whispered after she left.
Linkin Park was blasting through Rose's room as got dressed. She wasn't particularly exited for school, but she had to go.
Rose stood in front of her full length mirror.
She had short-ish black hair, which usually had spikes in at the tips.
On her left arm were various scars from last year where she had cut herself.
Yes, Rose used to cut herself. She still did, sometimes. Whenever she felt something was to stressful or difficult to take, she would cut.
When Lou found out, she took her to the doctor. She was diagnosed with clinical depression and she didn't take it very well.
She ignored the family's protest and refused to take her pills. She was in complete denial that she needed help.
She still doesn't take her pills, even. She believes she would feel trapped if she did. She didn't want one little pill to control her everyday, controlling what she thinks and how she acts.
Rose continued to stare at her reflection.
She always wore black.
Today, she was wearing her fishnet stockings and black combat boots with a black mini-skirt. She wore a tight, long black tee with her fishnet arm-warmers and many black bracelets.
She had three peircings in each earlobe and one in her cartallage.
She also had her eyebrow and nose peirce, which Lou greatly dissaproved of, but she didn't mind.
"Rose?" Came Marco's voice from the hall.
She looked up as Marco stepped in her room, grinning and jumping up and down.
Rose frowned at him.
"You look like a little school-girl when you do that, you know."
Marco made a face.
"Someone's in a bad mood this morning."
"Yeah, well someone doesn't like school and would much rather listen to her music all day."
Marco laughed.
"Come on, cheer up, Rose! It's almost 8:00. We need to get breakfast."
"And we still have to walk to whole damn way." She growled.
"That's the spirit!" He said cheerfully. "Now, come on, I'm hungry."
"So, guess what she did? She turned around and then-"
Rose sighed inwardly. This is one of the reasons why she hated the mornings. Marco was grumpy and whining for most of the morning until he eat those damn 'frosted flakes' and then he wouldn't shut up! He just rambled on about some crap movie he had watched the night before, while Rose pretended to be listening.
Rose and Marco stopped as Degrassi came into view.
She sighed.
"I do not want to go in there."
Marco glanced at her.
"Rose, it'll be fun! Cheer up a little, will you?"
"Do I really come across as the cheerful type?"
He rolled his eyes.
"Come on, let's go inside."
She stared up at the building.
Would she have wonderful and happy memories in this building? Would she look back later on in life and be thankful she moved?
Or would she look back and remember a time when life seemed like a living hell?
She sighed again. I guess I'm about to find out, she thought to herself.
"Welcome to Degrassi. Here are you scheduals. I thought it might be easier if you knew someone in each of your classes, so I've tried my best and put you two in a few classes together. Your homeroom teacher is Mr. Simpson in the MI lab, so I suggest you two get going before you are late." Mr. Raditch said professionally.
Rose and Marco stood up.
"Don't forget you scheduals." He said, pointing at the two sheets of paper at the end of his desk.
He smiled at them "Have a nice day."
They quickly walked from his office.
Rose bursted out laughing.
"If that gay was any more sour, he'd be a lemon."
"Be nice, he's your principle, you dont want to get on his wrong side."
"Whatever."
They peered curiously down the hall.
"Where is the MI lab, anyway?"
Rose glanced down at her sheet.
"It says 'room 409'."
"Uh, well, that one right there is 412…"
"I know, I can read, you know."
"Shut up. So, do we go left or right?"
"How do I know, Marco? This is my first day, too."
"Will you just-"
"Excuse me? What are you still doing in the hall? Why aren't you in homeroom?" A chinease colored woman asked, her eyes narrowed.
"Uh, hi. We're sort of lost. We're new and…"
The woman frowned.
"What room are you looking for?"
"The MI lab." Marco muttered, embarassed.
"It's just around the corner. You better hurry, there's only 20 minutes left."
"Oh, thanks Ms…."
"Kwan." She filled in for him.
"Ms. Kwan. Right, thanks."
Rose and Marco ran around the bend. Once they were a few feet away from the MI lab, they slowed down.
Rose pushed the door open.
About a dozen students starred at them as they walked up to Mr. Simpson, slightly breathless.
"Hello, you must be…" He glanced down at a sheet of paper on his desk and smiled. "Marco and Rose?"
Marco nodded, still breathless.
"Well, let's get you introduced, then! Everyone, this is Rose Briggs and Marco Del Rossi. They just moved here from…" He glanced back down at his paper. "…From Brampton. I'd like everyone to tell them your name and maybe a little something about yourselves… Likes and dislikes, perhaps?"
"I thought we were in grade nine not kindergarten." A boy close to the front muttered.
Everyone laughed.
"Gavin, watch your additude." Mr. Simpson said warningly.
The boy rolled his eyes.
"Alright, then you can go first." He said to Gavin.
"You can have a seat." He added to them.
Marco looked sort of embaressed as he sat down beside Rose in the front.
"Fine." The boy said. "I'm Spinner and I like to… uh, skateboard."
"Hi, I'm Ellie and I'm new, too." The girl beside him said, smiling at them.
"I'm Paige and I don't like it when my friends get high and me a hag." She said glaring angrily at the girl sitting next to them, making Mr. Simpson frown.
"Jimmy. I play basketball."
"My name is Terri MacGregor, my favorite subject is English and my friends like to call me superstisious."
Homeroom continued like this. Everyone in the class said their names, but Mr. Simpson frowned slightly.
"Ashley? Why haven't you said anything?"
The girl sitting beside Rose sighed.
"I'm Ashley, I used to like hanging out with friends, but I lost them." She said quietly, so Mr. Simpson couldn't hear.
Rose opened her mouth to ask, but she was cut off.
"Alright then, off you go to first period."
Rose stood up, glancing at her schedual, then at Marco's.
"We have English." She muttered to him.
"Hey! New girl!"
Rose glanced up to see Spinner and Jimmy walking towards them.
"Spin, shut up, they have names, you know.
"Uh, right…So, what do you have?" Spinner asked grinning at Rose.
"English." Marco replied for her.
"Sweet, me too." He said. He turned to Jimmy.
"Damn, I've got french. Sorry, buddy. See you around, Rose."
Rose blinked.
"What the hell? They already know my name. This school is getting better by the minute."
"I guess." Marco mumbled
Spinner laughed.
"Why don't I accompany you?" Spinner asked Rose.
"Whatever." Marco muttered to himself trailing after Rose and Spinner.
It was lunch.
After English they had a 20 minute period of Math, an Hour of French and then they came to the cafeteria.
Marco and Rose had every class together except Science and Gym, which was pretty good, because they only had science and gym three times a week.
A lot of people from homeroom were in their classes. Hazel, Terri, Paige, Spinner and Ashley were all in English. Jimmy and Paige were in Math. The only person that wasn't in any of their classes, exept tech in the MI lab was Ellie.
Marco, Spinner and Jimmy because fast friends in spite of Spinner's rudeness before English.
Rose was becoming friends with Paige, oddly enough and much to Hazel disapointment.
"So, you'll never guess what my older brother told me this morning! He told me to watch out for the guys, because they become more 'interesting' when your in high-school. I was laughing so hard, I swear." Paige said, giggling.
Rose laughed.
"I mean, this is exactly when he stated to find boys more 'interesting'. But he got so mad at me, he thought I was laughing at his being gay, but, you know, it was just so cute, you had to laugh."
"Wow, must be hard for you. Dylan being gay and all." Rose said, lower her voice slightly.
"Yeah, it is. He only came out to my parents, like, not even a year ago. But his boyfriend is so cute!" She said grinning.
Rose sighed.
"All gay guys turn out to be hot, it's so unfair. I mean, one of my other friends back at home is gay. And he is just so damn yummy!"
They all laughed again.
Marco looked nervously at Jimmy and Spinner.
"Are they always like this?"
Spinner sighed.
"No. I didn't even know Dylan was gay up till now. She usually just sits and talks to Hazel about the newest clothings and makeup." He said, rolling his eyes.
"I do not, Spin!"
"Ha!" Spinner snorted.
Jimmy, however was fixated on Rose.
"So, from what I understand, you two came from the same place, but you last names are different and you can totally tell that you two are not related. What's that all about?"
Marco hesitated, glancing at Rose, who was determandly keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Um, okay…? I see that must be a touchy subject, then."
Rose kept her eyes on the floor as everyone started up a conversation.
It was indeed a very touchy subject. It reminded her that sheventually would have to tell her new friends the truth about her life.
She felt a burning in her throat and pain in her chest.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She said and very suddenly left.
"Um, did I say something?" Paige whispered.
Marco had been watching Rose very intently and was wondering what was bothering her. He watched as Rose picked up her tray, which was full of un-eaten food and threw it in the trash.
Rose hurried out of the caffeteria, the burning in her throat was growing stronger. She knew that if she didn't get out of view, she'd burst into tears.
She turned a corner and found the Girls Washroom.
She jogged into a stall and quickly locked the door.
She sat down on the seat, tears streaming down her face. All of her past was attcking her, one bit at a time. Literally.
She took a shaking and hand and placed it in her pocker. She felt the cold, sharp metal in her hand.
She pulled it out and rolled up the sleeve on her left arm. She slid the blade along her arm and felt the blood fall in droplets. After about a minute is stopped enough for her to grab a paper towel and clean up the entire mess she made.
She unlocked the door and stood facing the mirror.
"I guess this years is going to be the same, after all." She whispered.
Well, theres the prologue. I know it wasnt that good, but I edited it a while ago and forgot to save it. grr. I will write the 1st chaper soon, and i'm sure my spell check will be up and running by then. :D
The story is based on season 6. Rose is living with Marco, Dylan and Ellie.
Any way, while the1st chapter is coming up, you can maybe review, give me a few more idea for later chapters, tell me what you think of the story or the plot. Should I make some changes? or not? R&R!