A touched overrated ch.2~Roses~ POV"Miss Rosalie. Up." I groaned at the only sentence my maid could put together.The words that meant I'd have to move.Of course it wasn't the wonderful mother that I had never had the pleasure to spend more than an hour with. Unless you could the nine months I was in her stomach, and the twelve hours I spent getting away from her. She was probably in Rome, completing her weekly shopping trip. And daddykins was probably in Beijing with some crucial business deal that would take months.And me, at the second week of high school. What fun.I trudged past expensive flourishing into my walk-in closet, stopping along the way to bru
A Touch OveratedI'm bored.I sunk lower into my chair, thanking what I believed to be a nonexistent God that we were able to choose our own seats. Wait for it... Aim... Aim... Fire!A crumpled white paper sailed through the air and hit my best friend of four years, Rose. She broke out of her daze and glared at me, picking the paper off of the floor."Feel free to paint whatever you like. Canvases are at the back of the room."Conversation broke out wildly as everyone made their way to the back to pick up the cheap canvases."I'm bored? That's it?" Rose asked, picking up a canvas almost as big as she was."I'm only saying what I feel." I said dramatical
Convulsive Ch.3Come on. He wrapped my arm around his shoulders and led me to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and pressed it against my nose. Jeez you really did a number on it. It wasnt me. I thought because you kept muttering I fell on the concrete over and over again in your sleep. Yeah that happened earlier. Crap!Then how did this happen then?My boyfriend hit me. I dropped my head Did he do the other stuff on your face or was that the concrete? he knew what a lie the concrete accident was. No that would be my Dad.
Convulsive Ch.2The hospital would be full and they would ask me how this happened. So instead 1
3 crack. Is it bad that I know how to set my nose? I pressed my hoodie against my nose to try to stop the bleeding. My house was probably filled with drunken men so I walked and walked until my legs felt like collapsing. I stopped in an ally and settled myself against a brick wall. Tears started to lull me to sleep. Is she alive? I felt some one poke me I screamed, Where am I? I guess she is. Where am I? What did you do to me? I glared at the one with long black hair leaning over me. &