CHAPTER 1
Great! another school year. I hate school. There is nothing worse than the first day of school. Especially when you don't have many friends and when you have never had a boyfriend and you are a junior in highschool. My name is Rose. Yeah pretty name everyone tells me that. Some people say that a name is suppose to fit the person. Well in my case it doesn't. when you hear the name Rose you think of rosy cheeks and a happy cheerful, popular person. Maybe you might even picture a pretty girl with strawberry blond hair. Well none of those things describe me at all. I have never and will never have rosy cheeks even if I wanted them (which I don't). im not really happy, at least I don't think im happy. im not happy at the family God gave me. My parents don't understand me at all and my little brother, well lets just say he is a ten year old boy. Yep and he just finished his sex ed class. (every time my brother opens his mouth you hear the words penis or vagina followed by some childish words like suck ). Cheerful ummmmmmmmm……. NO! I am not a cheerful person. I don't know why im just not. People tell me that I should smile more. They say I look like im about to cry or that im about to kill someone with my intense stare and my lips that tend to curve done. (personally I think if they don't like the way I look then they don't have to look at me). My hair. Well that's a whole nother story. I had a bland dirty blondish color, but I thought it was ugly so I changed it. I dyed it in the 6th grade. Well its been five years and im still dying my hair the same color. Dark brown/black (or if you want to get technical dark hazelnut with a splash of pecan.)
Anyways back to the first day of school where this story begins. I went through my first four classes without a hint of trouble or acknowledgment from anyone. Lunch…. Well lets begin there…..
Great! another school year. I hate school. There is nothing worse than the first day of school. Especially when you don't have many friends and when you have never had a boyfriend and you are a junior in highschool. My name is Rose. Yeah pretty name everyone tells me that. Some people say that a name is suppose to fit the person. Well in my case it doesn't. when you hear the name Rose you think of rosy cheeks and a happy cheerful, popular person. Maybe you might even picture a pretty girl with strawberry blond hair. Well none of those things describe me at all. I have never and will never have rosy cheeks even if I wanted them (which I don't). im not really happy, at least I don't think im happy. im not happy at the family God gave me. My parents don't understand me at all and my little brother, well lets just say he is a ten year old boy. Yep and he just finished his sex ed class. (every time my brother opens his mouth you hear the words penis or vagina followed by some childish words like suck ). Cheerful ummmmmmmmm……. NO! I am not a cheerful person. I don't know why im just not. People tell me that I should smile more. They say I look like im about to cry or that im about to kill someone with my intense stare and my lips that tend to curve done. (personally I think if they don't like the way I look then they don't have to look at me). My hair. Well that's a whole nother story. I had a bland dirty blondish color, but I thought it was ugly so I changed it. I dyed it in the 6th grade. Well its been five years and im still dying my hair the same color. Dark brown/black (or if you want to get technical dark hazelnut with a splash of pecan.)
Anyways back to the first day of school where this story begins. I went through my first four classes without a hint of trouble or acknowledgment from anyone. Lunch…. Well lets begin there…..