A/N: Hey, this is the last you'll get from me until about July 19th or so. My reason? I'm going to camp for a month. Anyway, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. I am planning on writing a LOT at camp. So YEAH, TA TA FOR NOW!
==Be the girl we've heard nothing about.
You are now Rose Lalonde.
You are sitting in a house you have not been in for three years. Or, what felt like three years.
You probably just slept for a week and had the craziest dream ever, one where your friend got a game that you gain powers, and die only to become a god. Only one problem with that explanation, when you woke up about an hour ago to the sound of your mother vacuuming, you were wearing your gold and orange seer of light pajamas. So the game must have happened, but why was it April Twenty-first, only a week after the games start?
You've decided you're going to figure out later, you have to get to school. You head out the door, walking to the bus stop. Your bus is late, as usual. Even though your stop is last you almost always get a seat, and after about ten minutes of looking out the window and listening to the sixth graders be immature brats, trying to make fun of you, you're at school.
Walking quickly down the hall, you avoid idiots who aren't looking where they are going. You place you back pack from your sylladex into your locker, because you honestly don't need that crowding your sylladex.
You grab your planner and a book and head to your first hour class, office assistant. The class where you get to deliver things. Oh look Billy Smith needs his lunch; Alexis Hawk is leaving for a dentist appointment. You also get to write passes for the kids who get to school late so the wont be stopped in the halls. Most likely because the slept in or had an appointment.
You take your seat and wait for the bell to ring. One it does your not surprised to see a student come in. You ask him what his name is and why he is late. You write his name and 'slept in' on the pass and check off the 'unexcused' box. You hand the pass to him and he leaves to his class. You write several more, until things start to slow down. People are still coming in, but less often.
You're writing 'Elizabeth' on a slip when you hear the door open again. Finishing the pass you hand it to the girl and look up. Standing there are four kids, or well, three of them are standing. One is in a wheelchair. You let out a gasp as you automatically recognize the tallest one. "Hello Rose." The troll girl says.
== Be the cool kid.
A/N: ZOMG, which trolls are at roses school. TIP: USE PROCESS OF ILIMINATION. IT HELPS. And also, probably the only bit of me adding oc's into a story with Alexis Hawk (which happens to be my fake name) and Elizabeth (that be my middle name.) so yaaaaaaaaaay. Billy Smith is the name my social studies teacher would use when giving examples of some sort.