Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy
Preface
My name is Rosemarie Mazur, but I like to be called 'Rose'. When I was fourteen my parents moved to London from Montana because my father's company in England needed to be cared well. The strange thing is that I still don't know what my father, Abe Mazur does for living, but, he sure makes a lot of money, which makes him a millaniour. My mother, Janine Hathaway Mazur, is a housewife, but she does a lot of charity events.
My father is from Turkey, with tan skin, awesome, dark brown, silky hairs and dark brown eyes and my mother is from Scotland, with orangey-red hairs and blue eyes.
I never had a true friend; to be honest I never had a friend. Reason behind that is that … well I was an overweight girl, one that no one wants to be friend with as they considered themselves as 'cool' kids, and I was just a short heighted, pumpkin looking, girl who always wears a glass, because she can't see clearly without them. I was just a dumb girl who never answered back when someone makes fun of her, or mistreats her.
When I moved to London with my parents, I started to concentrate on my studies. I was excellent in math and physics, always number one in the class, I also liked to do some short of hacking things as I was so much into computers, but never did something wrong. As time went by I became excellent code breaker.
One thing that I like about London is that I MADE SOME FRIENDS!!!. They were not the 'best' friends in the world, but they were friends.
Then I started to go to gym to lose my weight. After a year, when I was fifteen dad felt like I should take self-defiance classes and enrolled me in a martial arts classes. And now I'm proud to say that I'm a excellent in martial arts, and no one can beat me. After three years of hard training I have a wonderful body that boys want in their bed, and girls dream for. Now I can eat as much as I want to and don't even gain weight, don't get me wrong, I go to gym to burn all that calories. I also like to go on a run early morning, yes, yes, I'm a morning person, but on weekends no one dares to wake me up early morning, come on no one wants to face Rose Mazur's wrath!!!
Now, after three years, dad's company is settled, we are going back to Montana. I was little nervous, 'cause I don't know how my so called 'classmates', that used to humiliate me, are going to treat me, to be honest, I'm little scared. Scared that they will still see me as a looser. But, as always I braced myself for what life is going to bring for me.
I was standing in my room in, looking at the mirror. Staring back at me is a girl, with long, dark brown hairs, heart shaped face, plump lips, big, dark brown and doe shaped eyes and cute nose. I was wearing black skinny jeans that hugged my ass like a second skin, a red tank top, which too hugged my chest like a second skin. I pulled on a black leather jacket. All in all, I was looking hot. I have to say, in last 3 years I have developed a really sexy and curvy body. My skin was slightly tanned, with defined curves in all the right places, like chest and hips, with small waist, and long hairs. One thing I don't like my mother for is for giving me this short height!! I'm just 5'6".
So finally, we are ready to move back to Montana. "Rose, come on we have to go, or we will be late." Mom called from downstairs. "Coming, mom!" with final look at myself and around the room I walked out, shutting door behind me. Downstairs, dad and Pavel were loading our bags in the car. Pavel is dad's right hand in business, but, he is like an uncle to me. "oh kiz! You are looking so beautiful." Dad said. I smiled as he came over to give me a kiss on forehead. "Thanks, dad." "I'm sure boys of Montana are going to fall on their knees when they see you." Said Pavel. I laughed. And thanked Pavel for his compliment.
After a long flight we landed on Montana. Welcome to Montana Rose. Hope this place will be better than before.
Author's note:
How was that?? Should I continue? I hope you like it because it's my first Fan Fiction. Please review and tell me how that was?
