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Chapter 4

I must have gotten in a few descent hours of sleep before I heard Mom calling for me to come downstairs.

Great. Meet the in-laws time.

I groaned as I swung my legs over the side of my bed and headed for the door, combing my fingers through my messed up hair. I stumbled down the stairs slowly, watching my feet carefully because knowing me, I would fall on my arse in front of my new 'family.'

I hadn't noticed how low the ceiling was over the stairs, beams running along it at intervals.

I stepped down carelessly from the last step and smacked my head straight into one of those beams.

Now I noticed them.

"Ow." I grunted, rubbing my forehead as I heard some snickering from in the lounge.

"Oh, watch out for the beams." Mom told me quickly, I raised my eyes to glare at her.

"You don't think you could have warned me before?"

"I was too busy trying to contact the government and tell them their apples suck." She countered smoothly, her face not showing the smugness I knew she was feeling.

I laughed sarcastically at her and went to plonk myself onto one of the empty couches, glancing at the two girls occupying another couch.

Oh God.

I could tell they were sisters. They had the same tanned skin and dark, empty eyes. One, the younger one most likely, was plus sized. Well, super-sized more like. She had too-black hair, arranged into a messy disarray around her moon-like face, which clearly she had been attempting to drown her acne in a full bottles worth of foundation.

The other was slimmer, yet still quite 'rounded' with platinum blonde -and major re-growth- hair. It was a horrible colour on anyone, a sort of yellowy white, but mixed with her tanned skin and dark eyes, it made for a horrible combination.

The girls weren't ugly, they just did everything you could possibly do to make yourself look trashy and nasty.

"Rose, this is Peter," Mom gestured to him the man beside her, I smiled politely as he returned it. "Kristina," She gestured to the younger of the two daughters. "And Olesya." She finished, swiftly moving her wrist to flick at the blonde.

There names weren't as unusual as I would have thought, not like Dimitri-

Why did everything have to come back to him? Because God was cruel.

I forced a friendly smile at the girls, only to get ignored as they both turned away from giving me the once over as well.

Well, that was it for my nice streak.

I sunk back into the crouch and crossed my legs and arms petulantly. Silence fell as we all sat there. It was a weird situation for anyone, even a dysfunctional family like mine.

"You will be going to the same school as Kristina and Olesya." Peter spoke up in a heavy accent, he wasn't as scabby as I thought, but he still had nothing on my real Dad. "It is the only one in this area and rather small." His voice got harder and harder to understand because of the accent making the words sound funny, but I guess he was trying.

I made light conversation with him, ignoring the bitches completely. When there was nothing left to discuss, I got up to check out the kitchen again.

"Oh," I began, spinning around to look into the lounge. "Is there even any point in me going to school tomorrow? It is Friday tomorrow, right?"

"Rose…" Mom sighed again, shaking her head. "It will give you an extra day to make friends."

"Это маловероятно." I heard Kristina mutter arrogantly, crossing her arms over her chest in a self-righteous way.

Peter cussed Kristina in a strange way, altering her name to sound nearly completely different. Like Dimitri calling me Roza, although it sounded more alike than his adaption of her name.

I smirked and ducked into the fridge, searching for food to satisfy my deadly hunger.

…

Before I knew it, it was night time and I was settling in for the night.

I had a shower and brushed my teeth in the bathroom in the hall, one I would obviously be sharing with Kristina and Olesya.

I had taken possession of one of the cabinets straight away. There were a few belongings in it, but not for long, I saw to that. I dumped all of it on the bench by the sink, hoping to get a pissed reaction out of the in-laws.

I ducked back into my room and shut the door firmly before slinking back into my bed.

It was cold under the sheets and I wrapped them around me tightly. I couldn't help but wonder if they would be warmer with Dimitri in them.

I huffed at the thought and rolled over, determined to get a good nights sleep before my certain chaotic day at school.

And chaotic it was.

"Rose!" I heard Mom scream while I was still in a jet-lagged, disorientated state. "Get up. You have to leave for school!"

"Ah…" I groaned, pulling myself out of bed sloppily, yanking open the curtains in hopes that the sunlight would help wake me up.

Nada.

I tugged on a pair of jeans and a top quickly, stumbling to the bathroom to find the door locked shut.

I jiggled the knob until I felt it begin to move a little loosely, deciding to stop because it seemed quite fragile. Instead I took to smacking my other fist aggressively on the door.

"Hurry up!" I shouted between knocks.

I kept drumming my fist on the door, just registering it was being opened and stopped my fist from smacking into Kristina's poorly concealed pimples.

She stammered back, giving me a dirty look and then slinking out, shoulder barging me at the same time.

I jutted my shoulder out too, sending her to smack into the door frame with a loud thud.

Where had that come from? I didn't hit her that hard.

"Freak!" She cursed. Her voice horribly low for a girl, the accent making it all the more masculine.

I grinned at her mockingly and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door in her face.

I tamed my hair quickly with a comb, chucking some smoothing product on to help, courtesy of Kristina. As I brushed my teeth I looked through the rest of their stuff, seeing what was good. Yes, they may do everything wrong, but one thing they did right was buy product. The shelf was full of different bottles for hair and skin.

I read all the labels until I had to spit, then put on some make up, I had to look good on my first day. I did it lightly though, determined to not look like Kristina and her cake-face.

Once I came down stairs and finished getting ready, we still had to wait for Kristina and we were already late.

Eventually she stumbled down the stairs, looking trashy, and we all left in Peter's car.

He had given them a lecture on 'remembering what their first day was like' and to 'be nice to their new sister.'

I almost couldn't hold back my laugh at his attempts. His heart was in the right place, but I could see it going in one ear and out the other with those two.

We got to school -at 11 o clock- and piled out of the car in a lazy stampede, mumbling a 'yes' at Peter when he asked us if we had money for lunch.

Olesya and Kristin walked with me for a bit, but promptly dumped me at what was the Russian version of a student councillor's office and left quickly, as if being seen with me was a social crisis.

"Uhh, hi. I'm new here…" I said to the lady behind a desk.

She looked up at me with a friendly smile, looking swiftly down at the computer screen.

"Miss Rosemarie?" She asked, making a few clicks on the computer. Her accent was only slightly Russia, for which I was grateful.

"Your previous school has sent us over your subject options, the office has already filled out a timetable for you." She smiled again, a few more clicks and then the printer started up.

She pulled itout and handed it to me. My timetable.

Looking it over, I wanted to kick myself for missing P.E second period.

"Follow that path up to the main office. You will need to sign in there since you missed homeroom and the first two periods." She smiled again and sent me on my way.

I staggered along the way she had directed, getting a few curious glances from other students walking around the school for the morning break.

I found the office and swung the door open, stopping dead in my tracks.

A tall man stood at the counter by the far wall, his back to me as he talked to the receptionist.

A familiar, slight accented voice spoke softly, although he was speaking Russian, the urgency in his voice was clear. I heard my name, I think.

The lady behind the counter replied sincerely. It was strange how I couldn't understand what they were saying, but the emotions of their strange language were just as strong as my own.

The guy spoke again until he trailed off, seeming to be struggling for words as my face heated up. I knew this was something to do with me

"пожалуйста?" He pleaded, hanging his head. It sounded like a very desperate 'please.'

She told him something sadly before leaning to look around him at me, switching to English. "Hello, Dear. You must be the new student, yes?"

I guess she also could tell I didn't speak Russian.

At that, the tall figure turned around, eyes locking with mine instantly. I drank in all his features quickly. The beautifully tanned skin, chocolate brown eyes that had a look so intense, but relaxed when falling on my face. Long hair hanging around his chiseled face.

"Roza." And the voice that was so alluring.

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