Rose fosters point of view
I ran back to my house. I admired it from the outside. Grans always used to tell me that the house looked exactly the same as it did when she was a child from the outside, but the inside was completely different. I didn't want to go inside, my seven sisters were awful. The three oldest never left each other sides and they hated my, they were major control freaks and crushed on every hot guy they looked and always ranting on about love, I never wanted to fall in love, love was a stupid emotion, you always get hurt no mater how much you try not to. They're always thinking the world revolves around them and that every one loves them. I am just sick of it. The two middle sisters were twins and it always seemed I was the only one that could tell them apart good god even mother couldn't tell them apart. They were fine I guess, we got along and all, but I wouldn't call us close friend. Only grans could fill the loneliness I felt. The sister before me was kind and sweet she stayed by herself. I miss her a lot, she is staying in the hospital because she had a curable cancer mother refuses to tell me which kind, but it got worst so she is staying at the hospital during the time she is being cured.
I know I have to go in so I walk into the living room and Lizzie the oldest sister greets me. " Oh look, and here is our depressed baby sister. Your late for lunch you idiot." With that she walked off. "Honey how are you, did you visit your grandmother again today, you go every day I am beginning to worry its been 3 years you have to move on." That voice hurt me, I could never move on. I turned to see mother. She was waring a tight black dress. "You going out again mother." I asked even though I know the answer. "Of course honey." With that she walked out the door. She left me in a house full of people who hate me. You could call the strangers. Yes she left me in a house full of strangers, but as I thought about it she was also a stranger. I went to my room on the second floor, it used to be grans room. I had painted the walls black after grans died. My sister was right I was depressed, but my only loved one that loved me was gone, how could I not be. I flopped onto the black comforter that rested neatly on my bed and thoughts of Jesse came to my mind. He looked so sad as he stared and my grans grave stone, at lest he under stood my pain. He looked just like grans had said he had when grans was 15. He hadn't changed a bit, grans said he wouldn't. He never would grow or change. His dark brown hair reminded me of hot chocolate and he had warm brown eyes, just like grans said. Had they really loved each other so much that he would appear 85 years later to find her. See, love only hurts. I wanted to talk to him again, he under stands my pain, he was the only one that under stands my pain. I will go to see grans just like any other day, it was summer so I will right in my diary out there, I haven't written out there in at least one week . I would wait for Jesse. It was only to discuss our pain, but I know there another reason I what to see him but I don't no what it is. My heart rushes when I think of him. It is not love, I will never fall in love, grans thought me that real love will only hurt, she didn't know she had, but she had, love, never, not for me.
DOES SHE LOVE JESSE. WILL A LOVE TRIANGLE APPEAR. DOES TRUE LOVE ONLY HURT. KEEP READING TO FIND OUT.