A/N: This is my first story so please be kind and no flames. I accept feedback of all kinds, good and bad. I never thought I could write something like this but I have had this plot bunny in my head for a while now so I thought I would try writing. So please be kind and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't Disney or anything to do with Disney because if I did I would bring back the good stuff from the 80s and 90s and get rid of some of the shows the have on there right now. I say some because some are good like Gravity Falls and some are bad like Camp Lakebottom. No offense to those who like that show, but I just don't. So any who, on to the story.
Chapter 1 This is real, This is me
"NO! DON'T TOUCH MY MOMMY!"
"Rosalie, darling stay back!"
"NO NO NO NOOOOO!," I jolt awake from the dream I just had. No not dream, I think to myself as I get out bed, it was a memory. The only memory I seem to remember from my childhood. I heard the story of how I was found in the woods outside of Briarwood and the adults asking me a whole bunch of questions like, "Where are your parents?" or "Where do you live?" I couldn't remember a thing except my first name, my age at the time which was 10, and the day of my birth, November 9th. When no one came for me, the adults decided I was probably an orphan and shipped me into foster care with the last name Smith. With a heavy hearted sigh, I look at the clock which reads 8:00 and begin to start my day in the usual way.
I move to the bathroom and start with my morning routine. Wash my face, brush my teeth, rinse with mouthwash, and begin my shower. Standing under the water as it warms up, I think how much my life has changed since I was found. Since then, I have been in 5 different homes, one for each year that has passed making me 15 soon to be 16, and each one seems to have a problem with me. The first 3 had too many kids in them, as if the couples were collecting kids and my last one…I shudder every time I think about it. But this one, the one I currently live in, seems to be nice. The couple, Mr. & Mrs. Johnson, are very friendly but strict. So long as I keep getting good grades in school, they don't care what I do. I could be a drug dealer and they wouldn't care since I do semi-look the part. Getting out of the shower I wrap a towel around myself and stare at my reflection staring back at me. My honey blonde hair hangs down till it about reaches my butt that covers my pierced ears, 3 holes on my right and 2 on my left, a figure that is not really skinny but not fat by any means with freckles all over my body, my belly button and left side on my nose pierced, and green eyes that could rival Esmeralda's from Hunchback of Norte Dame. Chuckling at my last thought, I look at myself and say, "You are such a Disney Nerd."
"You're nerd in general, so that shouldn't surprise you," says Clarissa Johnson, Mr. & Mrs. Johnson's actual daughter.
"And good morning to you too, Clarissa," I say back, "any reason you're up so early. I thought you would take this Saturday to catch up on your beauty sleep."
"Are you being sarcastic again?," she asks while narrowing her eyes at me.
"No I genuinely want to know why the queen of the vampires would be up and about before noon," I say while rolling my eyes.
"Mom and dad are taking me to the mall if I tag along with me while the go furniture shopping," she says while ignoring my comment, "so I thought I could get the shower, but here YOU are. Using up the hot water again."
"If you wanted the shower first, then you should've woken up earlier. That's a house rule: first come, first serve," I say as move pass her and go to my room which is right across from the bathroom.
"Whatever," she says she begins to undo her ponytail and lets her butterscotch brown hair fall down, "so what do you have planned for the day? Watching your collection all day again?"
My collection, as Clarissa calls it, is a purple CD case of every single Disney movie that has been converted to DVD. Most I got as presents from the places I've lived or I bought myself from the money I've gotten while doing odd jobs, that is when I'm not paying my cell phone bill. While doing just that is very tempting, I have another goal in mind. "No, I have another idea in mind."
"Really?," said Clarissa in the I-don't-care way while brushing her own teeth, "like what?"
"I," I say while pausing for dramatic effect, "plan on getting an actual part time job!"
Clarissa spits out the toothpaste and stares at me for a good minute before laughing while pointing at me, "You? Get a job? Who in their mind would hire a Disney Nerd Freak like you?"
"No one will even realize that I like Disney unless it some how comes up in the interview. I have a perfect resume and a positive attitude that no one, not even you, could bring me down."
"Please," Clarissa says while rolling her eyes at me, "your random quotes will annoy anyone you work with, your humming under your breath will be drive the people you meet insane, and with one look at you and your odd marks will never land you a good job," she says and shuts the door.
"NO WILL SEE MY MARKS AND I DON'T QUOTE DISNEY THAT MUCH," I shout as I slam my door and then I yank it back open and say, "AND MY MARKS ARE NOT ODD!," and then slam my door again.
"Rosalie," Rebeca Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, calls out to from the kitchen dow the hall, "could you not raise your voice so early in the morning."
"Yes ma'am," I call back out to her from behind my door, "Sorry ma'am."
"Thank you, dear."
I sigh with relief and remove the towel around me and move the my dress to get dressed. I briefly look up at myself and see the "odd marks" Clarissa was talking about. It's not like I can miss looking at them since the appear on my arms and legs. Every time I look at them, the same thought always pops back up in head. I'm looking at…musics notes. That's what they look like: one giant musical score that twirls around my arms that meets on my back and then swirls down my legs. I still hear Clarissa in head in the annoying voice of hers that reminds me of Harley Quinn from Batman: the Animated Series minus the Brooklyn, New York accent, "…your odd marks…" My marks aren't odd, I think to myself, they're just unique. Which is true. I have never met someone with the same markings as me. I think it's just one big birthmark but I wouldn't know since I can't remember anything from I was little. Well, nothing except my reoccurring dream, I think to myself. Me wanting to protecting a woman who I think is my mother from someone trying to hurt her. What could that mean? Was it real or just my imagination? I shake my head to clear myself from these thoughts. I can debate internally about my dream later. Right now, I have to prepare myself for the day. Look out world, Rosalie Smith is coming your way at full speed and she's not stopping till she gets a job.
"I CAN DO THIS!"
A/N: There you have it. My first chapter EVER for my first story EVER. I leave that fate of this story in your hands dear readers and remember no flames please. *bows down and waits for the reviews*
