Somewhere else

Rose Addinson is a regular 16 year old girl on the outside. Everyone thinks she's just like them. But she's different in a way. But they don't know that, They don't know her. No one does.

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2. Something More

I first saw him at the Chestnut Mountain resort in Galena Illinois on December 31st 2013.

Me and dad had just gotten there that night. The drive was peaceful as I put in my headphones and read for the 6 hour drive. The weather outside for very cold and bitter, it was easily bellow freezing outside.

We had checked in, gotten our luggage to our room then took a break for dinner at the resort's restaurant. It was about 9:00 by the time we had sat down at a table with a view. We had ordered our food and as we waited I would look out the huge window at the snowboarders and skiers.

Thats when I saw him. As he glided beautifully along the snow like it was as simple and natural as breathing. I watched him race down the hill in the darkness with only the artificial street lights lighting up the trails. The ski trails didn't close until 1am.

"Dad, when are we going to ski?" I had asked breaking the silence after we had been served our food and had finished eating.

"Oh I don't know, not tonight though" I sighed. I knew he would say that. My dad had a habit of taking his time when he had the chance.

"Sorry hun, its just too late, why don't we just sit here and wait for a bit and watch the pedestrians, we could order dessert or something" My dad had taken me down here as a father daughter trip but in all honesty I wanted to be with my best friend Elizabeth.

"No thanks. I'm full." I told him. "Is it okay if I just hang out in the hotel room, you can take ur time down here."

"Sure, I guess"

"Thanks Dad." I said as I gave him a weak smile as he handed me the room key.

As I walked up to the room I thought about that boy. How it had been so easy for him to snowboard. I wish I could do that. But then again I had my own talents.

I'm in love with music. I love anything from hard rock to classical and everything in between. I play the guitar and the piano.

Before my thoughts could catch up with me I was already at the door. I glided the key card against the medal locking mechanism and as the light turned green I pushed open the heavy door.

A blast of heat hit my face as I entered the room do to the heater in the room.

I quickly grabbed my guitar. It's my baby. My dad gave it to me when I was ten, before my mom died. Back then it was way to big to play, but now it's perfect. I strummed a riff that my dad taught me a couple weeks ago. My mind drifted as my fingers glided across the metal strings playing the perfect melody. I thought about my life before high school, Jr.High even, back to when everything was simple. When I would go to day care after school everyday and my only worries were if someone touched my Lego creations.

I smiled at the thought of my mom picking me up after day care and taking me home to a home cooked meal.

Dad cooks the meals for diner now. It's either frozen thawed out fish with beans in a can, or cereal. Everything is planned in my life. Wake up, go to school, go home do homework, eat dinner, shower then bed. Day after day that's my life. The only fun I ever have is sleeping in on Saturday and watching old movies from the 1950s. I don't know why I like them so much. I guess it's because it was a simpler time.

I need something in my life. Something more. Something exciting, something different. Something to distract me from the world and life itself. I just don't know what that something is. Granted I have my music. And yes it makes me feel alive but I need someONE not something. Someone who understands.

easily bellow freezing outside. We had checked in, gotten our luggage to our room then took a break for dinner at the resort's restaurant. It was about 9:00 by the time we had sat down at a table with a view. We had ordered our food and as we waited I would look out the huge window at the snowboarders and skiers. Thats when I saw him. As he glided beautifully along the snow like it was as simple and natural as breathing. I watched him race down the hill in the darkness with only the artificial street lights lighting up the trails. The ski trails didn't close until 1am.

"Dad, when are we going to ski?" I had asked breaking the silence after we had been served our food and had finished eating.

"Oh I don't know, not tonight though" I sighed. I knew he would say that. My dad had a habit of taking his time when he had the chance.

"Sorry hun, its just too late, why don't we just sit here and wait for a bit and watch the pedestrians, we could order dessert or something" My dad had taken me down here as a father daughter trip but in all honesty I wanted to be with my best friend Elizabeth.

"No thanks. I'm full." I told him. "Is it okay if I just hang out in the hotel room, you can take ur time down here."

"Sure, I guess"

"Thanks Dad." I said as I gave him a weak smile as he handed me the room key.

As I walked up to the room I thought about that boy. How it had been so easy for him to snowboard. I wish I could do that. But then again I had my own talents.

I'm in love with music. I love anything from hard rock to classical and everything in between. I play the guitar and the piano.

Before my thoughts could catch up with me I was already at the door. I glided the key card against the medal locking mechanism and as the light turned green I pushed open the heavy door.

A blast of heat hit my face as I entered the room do to the heater in the room.

I quickly grabbed my guitar. It's my baby. My dad gave it to me when I was ten, before my mom died. Back then it was way to big to play, but now it's perfect. I strummed a riff that my dad taught me a couple weeks ago. My mind drifted as my fingers glided across the metal strings playing the perfect melody. I thought about my life before high school, Jr.High even, back to when everything was simple. When I would go to day care after school everyday and my only worries were if someone touched my Lego creations.

I smiled at the thought of my mom picking me up after day care and taking me home to a home cooked meal.

Dad cooks the meals for diner now. It's either frozen thawed out fish with beans in a can, or cereal. Everything is planned in my life. Wake up, go to school, go home do homework, eat dinner, shower then bed. Day after day that's my life. The only fun I ever have is sleeping in on Saturday and watching old movies from the 1950s. I don't know why I like them so much. I guess it's because it was a simpler time.

I need something in my life. Something more. Something exciting, something different. Something to distract me from the world and life itself. I just don't know what that something is. Granted I have my music. And yes it makes me feel alive but I need someONE not something. Someone who understands.

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