Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, but I got out a BTR CD today from the central library. I do, however, own Carlotta-Rose. Rune Kesington owns Rosalina Kiara Garcia. I'm sorry to all people who submitted Carlos' sister entries. I was really stuck between all the entries. And RK, I'm changing the way she finds out how she's adopted, b/c I couldn't understand what you meant… hope you enjoy :D…
FlashBack:
"I can't see three feet in front of me? How am I supposed to find the turn-off?" Officer Garcia yelled.
"I don't know? Use the GPS?" Mrs Garcia shouted back.
"Are we there yet?" Carlos asked, dangling a small buzzy-bee in his sleeping sister's face.
"Shut up, Carlos!" both his parents yelled.
"I'm just asking," he mumbled. Suddenly, Officer Garcia, lost control of the wheel, swerving violently. The car swung off the road, and into a nearby tree. Both Officer and Mrs Garcia fell unconscious. Carlos fell onto his sister's car seat, making him pass out. Rosalina Garcia found herself in a horrible nightmare. Luna and Rolf Gillies, were walking back to their motel, when they saw the crash. They rushed over to help, but all they saw were the bodies of a man, woman and small boy. A baby was crying, obviously stressed in someway.
"Rolf, she's an orphan. We have to help her!" cried Luna, "can we keep her? Please? We can't have a child of our own, so can we adopt her?"
"If you want to. My brother is a fantastic judge, he can get it sorted in a moment," her husband replied.
"Okay, come here piccolo bambino," Luna said, picking up Rosalina and the bee. Luna looked at the blanket she was wrapped in.
"It says 'Rosalina Kiara'" she said.
"Ciao, piccolo Rosa," Rolf whispered, "I hope you are ready to join our family".
Rosalina's POV
I woke up the next morning to a songbird at my window. I smiled and put my feet on the warm carpeted floor in my attic bedroom. I walked to my closet, picking out a blue shirt, denim jacket and a pair of jeans. I put on my hat, union jack hearts necklace, and my 'god save the queen' necklace. I put on my blue converse sneakers, and went downstairs to breakfast. I put some toast in the toaster, and took out the tray of spreads. I took out Mummy and Daddy's mugs, and made them both a cup of tea. Then, the toast popped. Oh man, the shock of my itty-bitty lifetime. I have no idea why, but whenever the toast pops, I jump 3 metres in the air. I spread the toast with French apricot conserve, and bought it up to my parents on a plaid tray.
"Mummy? Daddy?" I asked, knocking on their door.
"Come in," I heard. I opened the door, and walked over to their bed.
"Rose, what have I told you about not wearing your pretty skirts and dresses!" Mummy said. I sighed, and said, "I have told you, I hate skirts, dresses, and anything girly!"
"But-"
"Luna, leave her alone, she's going to be late for school," Daddy said.
"Thank you Daddy. I love both of you," I said, walking out the door. I grabbed my satchel, and headed on my way to South High School ( I made up the name, so if it is a real school, I couldn't find a real school name *~* ). I pulled my hat down, past my eyes, and walked quickly to my friend Jake's house. He came out of the front gate just as I walked past his house.
"Hola, amiga!" my Spanish pal said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I rolled my eyes, and pulled it off.
"Hola, Jake"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing? Are you going to the football match today?"
"Yes. Of course, you know my job!" he said, laughing. He was the team mascot for our school football team.
"And, as always, I will be being beat up by the cheerleaders verbally, and physically," I said, snuggling up close to my best friend.
"Why are you so afraid?" he asked.
"No reason," I reassured him.
"Come on, we've got to get to school. I'll give the role of mascot to my little brother, so I can protect you. From a distance, that is," he said.
"Thank you, Jakey," I said, giving him a hug.
At The Game…
"Looney Lina! Looney Lina! Looney Lina!" I heard.
"What is it, this time, Lanie?" I replied to the most popular girl in my school, Alana 'Lanie' Wilks.
"I found your poster," she said. I turned around to be faced with a picture of a donkey.
"And Lucy found your family," she said, her side-kick holding up a picture of orangutans.
"Stop it, Lanie."
"Why? Is donkey-butt afwaid?" she said.
"I thought inutileasinimozziconi were smart, but look at her face. I bet she can't even open a book without it trying to break her neck"
"SmettilaLanie, smettila. Sei solouna persona chevanta difarealtre personetristi". I looked at their confused faces. Typical. She knows insults in italian, but she can't say five defensive words, let alone understand them. I turned, to go home.
"As an outsider, what do you think of the human race?"
"Ever since I saw you in your family tree, I've wanted to cut it down,"
"Can I borrow your face for a few days while my ass is on vacation?
"Let's play horse, I'll be the front end, and you be yourself,"
The insults continued as I ran, out of the building, through the streets, and up the path, tears pouring down my face.
I walked up the stairs, and heard voices coming from Mummy and Daddy's room.
"Do you think we should tell her? She's almost 15 and a half, for goodness sake," I heard Daddy say.
"No, we can't tell her! It will ruin her life!" Mummy said.
"No it won't! Come here, sweetheart,"
"But she's going find out sooner or later, that she's adopted!"
"I'm what?" I asked, turning the corner.
"Crap. Rolf, tell me she isn't here." Mummy said.
"You said I was... adopted. Luna and Rolf Gillies, are you telling the truth?" I asked.
"Yes, bamolina. I'm sorry if you are angry," said Daddy.
"I'm not angry, just confused. If I'm adopted, then do you know who my actual parents are?" I asked.
"Yes. Your true name is Rosalina Kiara Garcia, and your parents are Officer and Sylvia Garcia. You have a brother, Carlos," Mummy said.
"Carlos Garcia?"
"Yes, Carlos."
"Would you like to go find him? " asked Rolf.
"No. No,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no! I do not want to go see my brother! I get scared just talking to people at school!" I yelled.
"Too bad. You have found out, now it is time to meet your him..."
Two Months Later…
That is how I ended up on a plane to LA, typing in my first adventures on a plane to post on my blog, .com ( not sure if it is a real thing, I just made it up...).
"The plane will be landing shortly, please fasten your seatbelts," the lady over the intercom said. I did as she said, and leaned back in my comfy first-class seat. I turned off my laptop, and put it back into my bag. I closed my eyes tightly, and felt a tapping on my shoulder. I yelped, and realised it was just the air hostess.
"Are you okay, miss?"
"I'm quite frightened of what will happen in the near future ," I admitted, "but thank you for being concerned. Here you go, for the advice," I said, handing her a $5 bill. She smiled, but said, " I can't accept this".
"Why not? You helped me with my fear. You are a very kind and pretty woman, you know," I said.
"Pleeeeaaasssseee?" I begged, with full on puppy-dog eyes. She smiled, and awed.
"Okay," she said, gently tugging it out of my grasp. I closed my eyes tightly, and waited until I felt the bump of the wheels touching the ground. I looked up at the nice lady, who smiled and mouthed 'thank you'.
2 months later...
My parents had organised for someone to come and pick me up, so when I walked out with my luggage, there was a man holding a sign saying 'Rosalina K. Garcia'. I followed him out into a limo. OMG, a freaking limo?, I thought. He took me on a tour around the city, before taking me to my brother's hotel, the Palm Woods. I walked into the lobby, and up to the reception.
"Excuse me, but where can I find Carlos Garcia?" I asked a large man eating fries out of a container.
"Find him yourself," he said.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude here, and I hope you don't either, but if you don't help me find Carlos Garcia, I will sue the Palm Woods, Mr... Bitters?" I said. Someone tapped on my shoulder, so I turned around, yelping. Again. I saw a pretty girl with curly brown hair tied into a bun, wearing a pretty sequined dress and heels.
"Hi, I'm Camille. I know where to find Carlos. Do you want me to show you where he is?" she asked.
"Uh... sure," I said, feeling my cheeks turn rosy pink. We started walking in the way of the elevator, Camille talking to me all the way.
"So what's your name?"
"Rosalina. I'm fifteen years old. My parents adopted me when I was a baby, but I just found out two months ago," I said. I've never opened up to anyone before, let alone someone I met just a minute ago!
"Cool, so why are you seeing Carlos? Are you a fan of Big Time Rush?"
"Actually, no. I've got some news to tell him, that I found out two months ago," I said.
"Cool. Anyway, Carlos is living with Logan Mitchell, James Diamond, Kendall Knight, Katie Knight, Mrs Knight, and James' sister, who just arrived yesterday, Lottie Diamond," Camille explained. We got off at the second floor, and Camille walked along the corridor to apartment 2J. She knocked on the door, and a tall (well, to 5 foot me, anyway) blonde boy answered it.
"Hi Camille, who is this?" he asked, motioning to me.
"I'm Rose. I'm here to see Carlos Garcia?" I said, questionably.
"I'm Kendall, and sure, wait, you aren't a fan, aren't you?" he asked, with a confused look on his face.
"Actually, no, she isn't," Camille said.
"Okay, then come in," he said. I walked in, and my eyes lit up at the swirly slide (I have to make them have some of the same qualities!). I dropped my bags, and crawled up it. I stood up at the top, and looked down at them. I heard a door open, and a short ( I'm standing up high, they all look short ) boy with short dark hair came out, carrying his homework book. I slid down, and asked, "Who are you?".
"I'm Logan, who are-" he was cut off by Camille coming over and slapping his face, hard. Ow, painful!
"I can't believe you cheated on me with her!" Camille shot a dark look at me, "I hate you, Derek!" she said, running out the apartment.
"Are you okay?" I asked, after she had left.
"Yep. He's okay. Camille is a method actress," Kendall explained to me.
"And I am her favourite slapping cushion," Logan said, rubbing his face.
"Oh, so where is Mister Garcia?" I asked. A boy wearing a black helmet walked out of a room, eating a corndog. I stared at him, as he did the same to me, taking in my hoodie, jeans, hat, union jack top, and suitcase.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Rose Garcia, resident of South London, UK? You?"
"Carlos Garcia, resident of the Palm Woods, LA" he replied. I smiled. I had found my brother.
"I'm your sister"
Everything froze. The only sound was the soft breathing.
"Proof?"
"I don't have my birth certificate, but I have my adoption papers, my buzzy bee and my blanket from when I was little. I also have my birth parent's contact details," I said.
"Can you show me?" Carlos asked. I nodded and took everything out. He gasped at the blanket and bee.
"The crash," he said, "Mom and Dad told me about when I was little, we were driving on a stormy night. We crashed, and Mom, Dad and I fell unconscious. I've had flashbacks of certain things ever since that night. The bee and blanket were the main things that came to mind. What are your parent's details?" he asked.
"My birth father is Officer Garcia. My birth mother is Sylvia Garcia," I told him.
"My Mom and Dad are Officer and Sylvia Garcia! You must be my sister!" he yelled, waking up a girl who was sleeping on the couch.
"What's goin' on?" she asked.
"Hi, I'm Rosalina Kiara Garcia, and I'm Carlos' sister"
OK, There's Carlos' sister. I hope you like the characters!
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