Chapter One: Truffles.
*Rosalies Point of view*
"Rosie dear, someone has sent to you truffles" my mothers shrill voice came from behind the wooden door of my hotel suite.It sure is soundproof, I thought. I groaned still in the uncomftorable bed, twisting and turning shoving away the layers of blankets and sheets away from my body.I slipped on some expensive bunny slippers I had boughten in Finland last week and I made my way to the dark brown almost black wooden the golden door-knob, my mother kept on showing her presence."Rosie dear, hurry up now" she practically shrieked, her small fists pounding at the door."I'm here, I'm here" I sure hated being the only one in this family with an english accent.
The door squeaked opened, and I began wondering how my mother made it in the front door."What?" my voice was still groggy, cracking on the at.She held a golden box with black letterings, it was held together with a red bow, the borders of the small box were twisted together like a braid, it was also gold yet it was a shade darker than the box. My mother held it as if it was a precious fragile item about to break.I took the golden box, in italic black letters it read
"To Rosalie Hale, from Emmett McCarthy.
Here are some Truffles, you should come to Florida"
It was just another fan, "thank you mum" I assured her I was completley gratefull before slamming the door in her face.I took the truffles, they looked absolutley delicous from the small window that was covered in a plastic wrap.I grabbed the brim of the boxs top, and pulled it away.I chose the small circular chocolate carefully, choosing the one that seemed to be full of strawberry, picking one up, I popped it into my mouth.I placed the box in my dotted bag, and looked out my window.I was greeted by the big ben and many double decker buses that were painted in a bright red, some held graffiti marks and some were completley red and clean.I sighed, I was sure to miss this place.
I was famous, and I was on tour.I already toured the whole of Europe and I was returning back to California this evening.I was an avid singer, my sister was an actress.I suppose my sister chose the life of hollywood, I never wanted it, but my mother insisted that my beauty shouldn't stay unknown for to long, so here I was 18 and famous, I tried out being a model, but singing is my passion.I strummed my fingers across the white paint of the hotel room, colerfull circles surround the walls, covering most of the white hey, this story isn't about me it's about my sister.
Her, and her voyage to be a normal sixteen year old.
And you might be wondering, then why the fuck are you here? Well I'm her little helper.
So as I said before you interuppted me.
This is about her, and her voyage to being normal.