Me: Oh my gosh, I've been waiting so long to put up this story!
Rose: AND IT'S ALL ABOUT ME!!
Me: Si Senorita.
Rose: ……
Me: What?
Rose: You're going to make me do the disclaimer! –twitches-
Me: Of course not! I'll make Drew do it.
Drew: FINE. Saga doesn't own Pokémon. She only owns Rose, Aaron, Martin, and the fact that Gardenia is daughter to Ash and Misty. Sandie, Rosaline and Alicia belong to Sesshy's Little Contestshipper. Amy belongs to Pikachu35. Enjoy the story.
The Life and Story of Rose McNair
Rose McNair, 16, dropped her backpack down, kicked off her muddy Vans, then flopped down on her bed and screamed. What a shitty day! First, she missed the bus, and had to walk to school in the pouring rain. As a result, her brand new Vans, which she had saved up for and worked double hours at Party City to get, were destroyed. Then, she got herself a detention when she showed up late without her Algebra homework. After that, she got a quiz of Act III of Romeo and Juliet, which she forgot to read the night before! To top it all off, her sister, Sandie, decided to almost smash her baby egg by dropping it off the topmost bleachers of the football field. Lucky for Rose, the baby landed on the soft grass rather than concrete.
Rose held a hand to her stomach. She had forgotten her lunch money this morning. So, she rolled over and grabbed a bag of her "Emo Snacks" as she called them. They were a mix of her favorite snack foods, sealed in a Ziploc bag. She always kept some on hand in case she felt all emo. Rose grabbed a Reese's cup, some caramel corn, and a couple cheetos, then stuffed them in her mouth. Ah, she loved that cheesy, chocolate taste. As Rose ate some more of her snack, she thought of the driver's test she had taken today. Unfortunately, she had flunked. Of course, Sandie had passed and was already at the Honda dealership by the time the bus dropped Rose off at home. At least Rose had time to concoct an excuse to tell her parents. Mom was easy-give her a sob story and she doesn't mind. Her Dad was the difficult one. He expected perfection, but hopefully Mom could soften him up.
Later…
"Come ON, Dad! It was just a stupid driver's test!" Dad was home.
"Rose, unless you plan to spend your life flagging down taxis and riding buses, you need to pass your driver's test. To do that, you need practice. Take your Mother's car and go with Sandie. Make sure she has her license!" Rose glared over at Sandie. She couldn't understand how her sister could be so…perfect. So, Rose climbed into the driver's seat of her Mom's Saturn van. Sandie climbed in beside her.
"Drive." Sandie yawned.
As Rose jammed the key into the ignition, her favorite country song (in fact, the ONLY country song she liked), Up! By Shania Twain, came on.
"Oh, no! We aren't listening to that hillbilly crap!" Sandie said. She changed the station to 104.1 and the song Love Song by Sara Bareilles came on instead.
"This overplayed shit isn't any better!" Rose exclaimed. They wrestled with the radio for a while until their Mom came out and threatened to put in Amy's Hannah Montana CD in if they wouldn't stop. Both girls immediately stopped, leaving it on the Shawn Hannity show. Rose swerved out of the driveway. When she drove back in a few minutes later, Sandie was holding on for dear life.
"Holy sh-" Sandie began.
"WHOO! That was one hell of a ride!" Rose yelled.
"Shut up bitch! You could've killed me with that kind of driving!" Sandie scowled.
Rose grinned "All the better."
At least it was Friday and there was no school tomorrow. Rose decided to hit the club. Sandie reluctantly dropped her off at Hot Spot, the local club. As Rose walked in, she had no idea that her simple life was about to take a dramatic turn.
END OF CHAPTER
Me: Hehe….I love how it dramatically ends.
Rose: Yeah…..you really leave the audience hanging.
Gardenia: READ AND REVIEW!