*3 months earlier*
Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying blare of my alarm clock slices through my sleep laden brain waking me up with a jolt. School today, on a Monday was the worst. We've been doing the same routine for most of this dreaded school year. Turn in homework from the weekend, learn that day's lesson, accept the newly assigned projects, and don't complain because the teacher will rip you a new one for being "disrespectful".
Sorry, I don't know where my manners went. I'll introduce myself to you, reader, before I go on this five mile long rant. My name is Rose McMaster. I am a soccer player, martial artist, and musician. I've been in the South Korean martian art, Taekwondo, for about seven years now. I am a fourth degree black belt and proud. My music is my greatest escape. Whenever something goes wrong, you can most likely find me with my ear buds in my ears blasting whatever mood I'm in that day. So, now that you know a little bit more about me, lets get this story rolling!
I slam my hand down on the off button of my condemned alarm clock and fall out of bed. Walking into the bathroom, I glance at the mat of hair at the top of my head in a ruined bun, and my face that is stained with my ruined mascara that reminded me of the night before. What happened last night shouldn't have happened. The act of self harm is probably the worst idea ever. But, the way it makes someone feel is indescribable. The tingles from the slash of the razor, the blood of the anger that flows inside, and the pain that gives someone that satisfaction of proper punishment. If you are reading this now and wondering if you should do this the next time you're mad, DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. I am a lost case. You aren't. Don't do something stupid just because you read it in some book. Anyway...
So I know there's no use trying to tame my hair and face within the two hours I have, so I just hop into a scalding shower. The hot water beats down onto my shoulders, forcing them to relax and waking me up in the process. I pump my vanilla smelling shampoo and scrub my hair until my arms are tired. The same scented conditioner finds its way into my hair and then I continue on to smooth my Suave body wash onto myself making myself smell good. I wash of the conditioner, and body wash, and turn the water off. Stepping into the now freezing air, I grasp my towel and wrap it around my water laden body.
I walk into my bedroom, and blow my hair dry and straight. Next, I brush on some eyeliner, shadow and brush on mascara. After that, I smear on my favorite lip gloss. Being a girl sucks sometimes. We have to pack so much stuff on our faces just to be deemed average. If you have love handles, you aren't allowed to be cool. If you have pimples, you are exiled. If you have battle scars, you are shamed. If you are anything but thin and athletic, you won't get anywhere in life.
"Rose! You're late!" My mom exclaims up the stairs.
"I'm almost done, Mom! One sec!" I reply, throwing on a black t shirt and blue jeans. I slip on my black Converse, and run down the stairs taking two at a time. My mom is a nice lady but she can have her moments. Just so you know. I step into the kitchen with a smile and see a lunch, and breakfast made. "Thanks Mom!" I kiss her cheek. I eat my toast fast, and take my lunch before walking out the door.
"Have a good day!" She calls after me.
"I'll try my best!" I wave behind. One the way to the bus stop, I stuff my ear buds into my ears and add a skip into my step as 'Disturbia' by Rhianna comes on. I don't really listen to her, but she does have some catchy tunes. Don't judge me! I know you are!
The bus comes about halfway through the song and I step onto the bus. The bus erupts into laughter as I walk on. They hate me here. I can't wait to get out. I take my seat in the back and sink into the plush leather. The music takes me to another world where nobody thinks I'm different. In my own world, I'm the queen and everybody loves me for who I am. "Hey Rosie!" A boy calls at me to mock me.
"What do you want?" I groan.
"Aw. Are you okay? Here this should make you feel better." He smears something on my face and it burns. I shriek.
"WHAT DID YOU PUT ON MY FACE?!" I screech in his face clutching my own.
"It hurts doesn't it?" He smirks.
"PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" I start to cry. This is unlike any pain I have ever known.
"Oh shut up." He throws a towel at me. I put it against my cheek and the pain silences. I sigh in relief and sit back into my chair. I lean my head against the cool glass of the window and let the tears fall freely.
The school appears promptly after the incident, and I thank the Lord above. I race to the front of the bus and run to the school trying to get as far away from them as possible. As I run into the school, someone places their foot in front of my path causing me to crash to the floor. The snicker at me and walk away. I get up as fast as I can. "Rose?!" Danny calls my name. I turn and run to him and jump into his arms. "Help me." I cry into his shirt.
"Rose, what happened?" He calmly asks. Danny is the only one in the school who cares about me and stands up for me.
"Well, someone burned my face, and tripped me on my way in." I clutch him tighter. He immediately wraps my arms around me pulling me into him. He lets his cheek rest on the top of my head, squeezing my shoulders.
"Shhh. It's okay." He murmurs into my ear causing me to relax. I wipe my tears and we start to walk to first period. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see him. The new kid that everybody was talking about. The room disappears. Lord help me.
Hi guys. So how do you like my story so far? I have big plans for Rose, so you just have to keep reading. Now, I can't guarantee that all the chapters will be this long or that I will update regularly. Just stick with it and you will be rewarded!!