Chapter 1
Reading, again. A feary book. There my favourite kind of book. You know the ones that always have a happy ending. I guess I have a weakness for myths and magic because I wish I had it, so I could fix everything, so I could be noticed.
There's a funny thing about being noticed, when you want to be noticed you seem to be invisible and, when you don't want to be noticed you're suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, to everyone.
"GET UP NOW," That's my Mum, she's one of those mums who need everything to be perfect and if it's not the worlds going to end.
"I'm getting there," I put my book down and start rushing around so it looks like I've been getting ready for a while.
I put on my uniform. A white and navy, checked short sleeved dress. It is summer. Then do my hair. I put it in a ponytail, my best friend Aven says it complements my blondeness, (no that doesn't mean I'm stupid) Of course he meant it as a joke but I took it as a complement. I also put a headband in it. I'm putting on my last clodhopper of a shoe on when my Mum walks in.
Her mouth made a little O shape, "You are getting ready," she put an emphasis on the "are". She walked out and I followed.
"Why do you have to make shore everything is perfect?" I'd asked this question so many times before but the answer is always "because I love you,"
"Okay, you want to know the answer, don't say I didn't warn you, because the answer is unimaginable," my Mum never warned me about anything, well except once….
"Roselaine don't go in there, you'll regret it," I was sure that I wouldn't.
Gasp. Dad, lying on the floor, blood pulsed out a wound in his chest, eyes focused on some point on the roof only he could see. There was a knife on the floor next to him soaked in blood, his blood, not only from the wound it had made in his chest, but also from the ocean of blood on the floor. I'd never seen so much blood.
His eyes moved and surveyed my body, from my blonde hair to my bare feet, then focused on my orangey-brown eyes. "You'll be powerful when you grow up," He managed to croak out. His eyes found the spot on the ceiling again. Cry of pain. Blank eyes. Dead.
I never understood what his last words meant but I knew I would remember them until the day I died.
I should have listened. I was only 6.
"Roselaine because that's how your father died, by being imperfect, he died because of you," She whimpered, we never talked about Dad; it was too painful for both of us, although for different reasons.
I was almost speechless… almost.
"I'm going to walk to school" At that I walked out the door.
"So, what happened? You're not looking very happy," That's Aven, my best friend; he can make you believe in everything and most of all he can make you believe in yourself.
"It's nothing, Aven, just drop it," constant nagging wasn't what I was looking for, I needed comfort. Maybe if I told him he could give me comfort. "Okay, I'll tell you later, okay?"
"Fine with me. Don't worry you can tell me soon," Good because I was going to scream if I couldn't. Let me tell you a little more about Aven. Brown hair, blue eyes and muscle form head to toe. All the girls wanted to catch his eye, too bad he wasn't interested. He says that girls are just a distraction from his job. I always asked him what job and he always said "Looking after you, of course," I was usually very offended that I needed looking after, but if he said it today I'd be glad for the comfort after what my Mum said.
When it was time to go home I was almost bursting to tell him, I only had to hold it in until we got to his house. His parents were never home so we always went there. In fact I've never actually met his parents. I brushed that problem off as soon as it came. I've got enough things to worry about.