Blood Roses part 2

(Rose's point of view)1

When we arrived in front of the house i sighed with relief that it wasn't another pink house. Yes we once had a pink house and it looked ridiculous. One because every other house on the street was white. Two it was an hot pink ugh good god pick a better color please instead of that that was embarrassing, truly. Three it wasn't expose to be pink and we supposedly got kick out of it two weeks later. 2

And now we're here. The house was one of the best house that we would and will ever live in unless our dumb ass mother changes it like the others. It was half brick(burnt red) and then the rest was like other front houses (except it was a dark brown close to black.) Very large like a mansion it could possibly be on, two door garage, full front yard and huge back yard. The boarder of the windows were a tan color in squares around it. 3

This was a beautiful and i wasn't going to watch my mother change it right in front of me like she has with the other. There were also evergreen trees everywhere around it and a long drive way that was from the street and went all the way to the back in a curve, yes we were rich and there was no reason for us to keep moving. 4

Instead of going the drive-way we parked on the street in front of the yard. My mother sigh with grief when she parked the car. I quickly got out, grabbed my skulled bag and closed the door behind me. i laid my arms on the car and set me head there. i smiled at the house. 5

My mother slammed the door behind her and turned towards me. "Well, you can't just sit the come on you have to unpack to. Now lets move and take that stupid hoodie off of you're head. Ugh god its so fuck hot I don't want to see that until winter." She threw the hoodie off of me head and pulled my arm.6

While pulling me I saw a hot guy walking down the street. But his arm was over a girl's shoulder probably his girlfriend. Another problem he wasn't goth, not emo, or a reject. I could tell by what he was wearing. He was a jock, a prep, or something in that category. 7

What was I thinking a guy like that would never be with a girl like me. He looked my way and had stopped walking, he just stared at me. I had recognized him. I use to know him. But who, who could he be? I wonder, when I met him he was definitely not a prep. He was emo. 8

We stared at each other for a few seconds until my mother keep pulling me and his girlfriend pulled on his arm so they continue walking. We went our separate ways. 9

Who was he? 10

I walked in the house with two boxes and took them into the kicthen. I continued doing this putting things into certain rooms.11

Finally I was finish. The last room i was in was mine. Tan, large and kinda looked liked they got the design from a British or English room. 12

I loved it. my bed was already made up with no longer my black quilts, but an brown one. I only had my black sheets. The only thing I didn't like was that it didn't fit for me. OH well, I was to tired to care right now. I laid on the bed face down when someone knock on my door. 13

"What!?" I with my head still barried. 14

"Its me, can I come in." It was my brother, Luke. 15

"Yeah" I leaned up out of the bed and sat up straight. He quickly came in and sat down next to me. 16

"We got new clothes, did you check them out?" I nodded "Moms acting like a bitch, God, do we have school tomorrow?" I nodded "Dammit, talk about first impressions." I nodded "Why aren't you saying anything?" I shrugged "You don't care?" I shrugged. "What is wrong with you? Are you OK?" I nodded "OK then, as soon as possible I'm out of here, you comin' with?" I nodded and grinned. He gave me a quick hug and ran out of my room saying 'he wasn't aloud in here right now' 17

I laid back down and fell asleep.