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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3. Something New

I heard a knock on the door and figure it's my dad. I gently place my guitar on the bed and walk to the door and open it without a thought.

Instead of my father I am I heard a knock on the door and figure it's my dad. I gently place my guitar on the bed and walk to the door and open it without a thought.

Instead of my father I am approached by a girl about my age with black shinning hair and a cliche tattoo of a heart on her left arm.

Before even looking at me she starts speaking as she looks down at her phone smacking her gum.

"Hey so are we going to this party or not becau-"

She stops mid-sentence when she looks up to look at me, probably realizing I'm not who she thought I was.

"Sorry" She says with a emotionless face and tone.

"I guess this is the wrong room number, I know what bastard would give me the wrong number he's always trying to get rid of me..."

She faded off as she peers into the hotel room and spots my guitar. This whole time I am speechless at her forwardness towards me

"Is.. That ur guitar?" She says with a smirk

Then flickers her eyes to meet mine for a response I clear my thought trying to gather my words as I am astonished by her unfazed confidence.

"Y-yes" she looks at me as if I'm stupid, as if I should say more, but what more would I say?

"Well...can you play it?" She asks irritated by my mere lack of putting two and two together. I clear my throat once more.

"Yes." I say with a pinch more confidence knowing how well I actually can play.

She smirks once more and tugs me out of the room and down the hall. I here the heavy door slam behind us a few seconds later. I realize the hotel key and my phone were still in there. I become infuriated at this stranger who I feel is somehow kidnapping me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask stopping in my tracks. "What makes you think I'm just gonna follow you.

She looks back at me once she realizes I have stopped. She chuckled. It was a kind of chuckle I was unfamiliar with, it wasn't the kind of chuckle you make when something is funny, or a chuckle full of evil. It was just neutral. Then, she simply says.

"I'm the best thing that's ever going to happen to you."

And in that moment, in a way I knew exactly what she meant, and that she was exactly correct.

by a girl about my age with black shinning hair and a cliche tattoo of a heart on her left arm.

Before even looking at me she starts speaking as she looks down at her phone smacking her gum.

"Hey so are we going to this party or not becau-"

She stops mid-sentence when she looks up to look at me, probably realizing I'm not who she thought I was.

"Sorry" She says with a emotionless face and tone.

"I guess this is the wrong room number, I know what bastard would give me the wrong number he's always trying to get rid of me..."

She faded off as she peers into the hotel room and spots my guitar. This whole time I am speechless at her forwardness towards me

"Is.. That ur guitar?" She says with a smirk

Then flickers her eyes to meet mine for a response I clear my thought trying to gather my words as I am astonished by her unfazed confidence.

"Y-yes" she looks at me as if I'm stupid, as if I should say more, but what more would I say?

"Well...can you play it?" She asks irritated by my mere lack of putting two and two together. I clear my throat once more.

"Yes." I say with a pinch more confidence knowing how well I actually can play.

She smirks once more and tugs me out of the room and down the hall. I here the heavy door slam behind us a few seconds later. I realize the hotel key and my phone were still in there. I become infuriated at this stranger who I feel is somehow kidnapping me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask stopping in my tracks. "What makes you think I'm just gonna follow you.

She looks back at me once she realizes I have stopped. She chuckled. It was a kind of chuckle I was unfamiliar with, it wasn't the kind of chuckle you make when something is funny, or a chuckle full of evil. It was just neutral. Then, she simply says.

"I'm the best thing that's ever going to happen to you."

And in that moment, in a way I knew exactly what she meant, and that she was exactly correct.

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