I got this really random idea for a story. This is dedicated to my two fans, redneck-queen93, my "sister" I love you for life! And ashleytisdale0, you both keep me writing, I hope you guys enjoy this, and I hope anyone else that reads this, that they are also reasons I keep going, I love all you guys! Thank you so much!
Ashton
A/N: I had a weird urge to write this in first person, I'm not sure I will finish it, but, I just took this idea, and ran off with it. I'm not sure where the idea came from, it will all make sense in the end. I promise I will get back to writing my other stories as soon as I find good oh-h-h-h what is the word I am looking for? Inspiration! That's it, well, I hope you enjoy this! It'll be short, it's a prologue, I am not going to go all Stephen King on you and drag it out. Hahaha, well, onto the story!
Disclaimer: I own Rose Alpins, weird name, I know, but you'll see what it means!
New York City, New York: 2009
The rain was pounding hard on top of the yellow taxi cab. I never cared to much for the thunderstorms, the rain, I loved. I could sit for hours on end, just listening to the rain running off the top of my small apartment in uptown New York. My Aunt, whom I live with, is very wealthy. She made her fortune as a playwright, was now retired, but still making sure that her show was perfect, practically perfect, like she was. Her motto is that she was practically perfect in every way, ha, yea right.
She is the vainest, most self centered, egotistical person I have ever met. I should know, I've lived with her since I was born. My mother died during childbirth. and my dad, well, I don't know where the hell he is, but wherever he is, I hope he is well, I've never met him, but, from what my aunt says, he was very kind, and caring. He left my mother out of shame for getting her pregnant out of wedlock, and ran, he was a coward, but a good man. Funny, I've never heard those two words together in a sentence. Anyway, today is my 16th birthday, I hope that my aunt has me a car, so I won't have to ride in some Godforsaken taxi ever again.
Where are my manners? I have forgotten to tell you what my "practically perfect" aunt's name is, her name is Mary, Mary Alpins. I don't know who gave us that last name, but they didn't like us apparently, with a goofy name like that, you'd think we'd drop out of society, not my Aunt Mary, noooo, she just loves to strut her stuff, and show off. I still cannot figure out why she doesn't have a man yet. She is actually very beautiful. Her hair is dark brown, nearly black, and her eyes, they're brown, and they always have a stint of mischeif behind them. She's got a nice figure, and a perfect everything!
Me? Aunt Mary says that I look like my dad, tall, skinny, black hair, brown eyes, the whole package. All I got from my mother was my smile, and girly shoulders, THANK GOD! I couldn't handle having broad shoulders, ugh, I am getting off topic, well, the taxi moved it's way through Broadway, and then Wall Street, and I knew then I wasn't to far from home.
As soon as the cab stopped, I gave the driver the money, grabbed my black and purple handbag, (I love those two colors together, I don't know why.) and walked in the spinning door, I knew I would be in trouble for being late, and not phoning, or texting, but I am sure she would understand, then again, she said she liked to have fun, not be fair.
"Happy Birthday Rosy!" Willy, the repairman from the Bronx said, the minute he saw me trip inside the doors. That would be me, Rose (Rosy to everyone in the apartments) Nell Alpins, lovely name right?
"Happy Palooza dear!" Mrs. Mathie called to me, she lived a few doors down from us, she was the lady who would watch me when I was little, she was from Chicago, she decided she needed to get away from all the wind, she found more then she bargained for here.
I told them all thank you and ran to the elevator, beating the two Thorndike boys, ages 10 and 8, they always wait for me to come home, just to see who can get to the elevator first, I usually watch them when their parents go out for a play or something, but enough about the main areas, it's time to face the music, and see my aunt, I know she is going to kill me.
I peaked in the door, and made sure the coast, was al-l-l clear, it seemed to be, but looks can always be deceiving. Everything was dark, maybe my Aunt wasn't home yet, hopefully not.
I tip-toed quickly in the room, I thought I had made it in the clear. The lights suddenly jerked on, and I was BUSTED!
I hope you enjoyed this little prologue, gimme your comments, I always love them, and tell me if I should go on or not, what do you think? Thanks guys!
Ashton Fox
