Chapter one
Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and more importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting life she led. From the torture the government called school to the incessant arguing of her parents over who had caused them all the problems and who was to blame for them having to struggle to survive. As her thoughts trailed over her parents latest argument of who’s idea it was to move out here and start a ‘better new life’ that had to come to be anything but better, new place, same old problems, she had forgotten the test that sat in front of her, largely unanswered.
“alright class, you have half an hour left, for those who believe they have finished reread and review your answers. For those who have yet to finish I suggest you do so swiftly” said Mr White, the uptight, private educated history teacher, drifting between the desks of her classmates.
She quickly scribbled answers, pausing only to glance at the clock, until finally the hand showed her time was up.
“okay class, please put your pens down and prepare your test sheets to be collected” he called as he systematically worked his way round the room collecting the sheets from each of the students. Once he collected the all he dismissed them in his usual fashion reminding them of their homework and the extra reading they had in order to prepare for the next lesson.
Rosie dragged her tattered bag from beneath the desk and proceeded towards the door.
“Rosanna, may I speak with you a moment” asks Mr White as he lays the test sheets upon his desk.
“Of course, Mr White” she uses her polite voice reserved only for when speaking to her Aunt Millicent and those teachers who she regularly attempted to avoid prolonged interaction, especially those who chose to call her by her full name.
“now Rosanna, I must ask if you are finding this section too difficult” he sits behind his immaculate desk peering at her over his glasses.
“no sir, it’s very interesting to me” hoping this answer would suggest that he shouldn’t need to call her behind after class.
“oh, you seemed rather distracted during the test, are you positive that you are able to keep up with the work?”
Shoot, she knew that her answer would be more convincing to get this particular teacher of her back. She paused for a moment considering her next answer more carefully.
“Mr White, I assure you that I am fully able to cope with the work both in class and as homework, and I apologise for seeming distracted during the test and I will make sure that it never happens again” she says trying to make her smile a sincere as possible.
“Thank you for your assurances Rosanna, I must say that I found it unusual to your character to be so seemingly distracted, also I am pleased to hear that it will not happen again. So you may leave now, and remember your essay on the discoveries of Pasteur and the effect this had on the medical practice.” he nodded towards the door whilst making sure that I would have no excuse for forgetting this damn essay.
“Yes Mr White”
She pulls her bag up on her shoulder and entered the student filled corridor, waiting for her best chance to get through without being knocked out by the hordes of students hurrying from one room to another and fussing by lockers. She turns the corner reaching her own locker and quickly opens the padlock.
“Hey Rose, What did Mr Posh arse want?” the voice belonging to her best and closest friend, Cloe.
“oh nothing much, just the usual teacher crap. To be honest I just said what I knew he wanted to hear, the whole ‘I hope to be a better student’ façade.”
“ha, works every time, and still none of them have cottoned on, suckers” she says giggling over the ignorance of teachers. “anyways, on to more important things, have you spoken to Christian recently?”
Christian happened to be the hottest guy to grace the corridors of this dreary place, a guy that she had had a crush on since the first day he walked into her form room, with his adorable American accent and glittering smile.
“not recently no, why? Has he said something to you??” her mind ran through the possibilities of scenarios in which Christian could have divulged valuable information to Cloe.
Cloe stifles a giggle at the eagerness Rosie displayed at the mention of Christian.
“Oh Rose, you don’t half make me laugh, and no he aint said out to me, I was just wondering” she became unable to suppress the hilarity she gained from Rosie’s answer, and began giggling uncontrollably.
“knock it off will ya, it aint my fault you brought him up now is it?” she pushed Cloe lightly knocking her off balance.
“hey do you wanna watch it love?” said a disgruntled student as he filed towards his next class. As Cloe regained her balance she pushed Rosie back, causing her to knock into her locker door, pushing it further open.
“woopsie daisy, darlin’” the familiar Texan accent washed over Rosie like the sun on a summers day. “don’t want you trippin’ over now do we”
His smile, that dazzling sight caused her to forget that she could possibly fall flat on her face in a matter of seconds or that anything else in the world existed for that matter.
“Oh, Hey Christian, we were just talking about you” piped up Cloe, earning her a ‘what the hell are you saying, shut up’ sort of look from a still hypnotised Rosie.
“nothing bad I hope” he jokes not knowing whether to blush or be annoyed.
“nope, nothing bad, in fact I was inquiring about how you and our Rosie here were getting on” she continues earning her another ‘if looks could kill’ look from Rosie, who seemed to be growing ever redder by the moment.
“Aren’t you just swell, I like to think that me and Rosie are getting’ on just dandy, what do you think to that Rosie?” he said turning to face her full on.
“urm, oh, yeah, sure, just peachy” she tried to mask her stumbling with a smile, making him smile more. Her body filled with a warm tingly feeling as she thought of how she had been the one to cause him to smile so, which encouraged her to smile more, and as a less voluntary reaction blush to the point where she cold have been mistaken for a tomato.
“Well, ladies, I better be heading off to double Math, I don’t think I can afford to put any further strain on the ‘dreaded vain of Mr Terry’” he calls back as he heads off down the less populated corridor, until finally the girls were positive he was out of ear shot.
“Oh look at your mush Rosie, I don’t think I’ve seen anything that red” giggle Cloe “did I make little Rosie poo blush in front of the gorgeous Christian?” she asks as though cooing over a small child
“knock it off you, believe me, some of the things I have up here would make you turn just as red, and you know it little miss ‘high and mighty’” Rosie reminds her friend as they sidle off to the class they will be sharing for the next few hours.
Her mind replayed the images. The dark eyes staring into hers, his hair hanging over his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth as he whispered the inaudible words. The same guy that had filled her dreams for the last week and a half. Her thoughts completely focused on trying to figure out what those words were, and more importantly who he was. Usually she could always place a name with a face yet here she drew a complete blank. Maybe, she decided, he doesn’t even exist. It was only a dream after all. A figment of her imagination created to distract her from the far from exciting life she led. From the torture the government called school to the incessant arguing of her parents over who had caused them all the problems and who was to blame for them having to struggle to survive. As her thoughts trailed over her parents latest argument of who’s idea it was to move out here and start a ‘better new life’ that had to come to be anything but better, new place, same old problems, she had forgotten the test that sat in front of her, largely unanswered.
“alright class, you have half an hour left, for those who believe they have finished reread and review your answers. For those who have yet to finish I suggest you do so swiftly” said Mr White, the uptight, private educated history teacher, drifting between the desks of her classmates.
She quickly scribbled answers, pausing only to glance at the clock, until finally the hand showed her time was up.
“okay class, please put your pens down and prepare your test sheets to be collected” he called as he systematically worked his way round the room collecting the sheets from each of the students. Once he collected the all he dismissed them in his usual fashion reminding them of their homework and the extra reading they had in order to prepare for the next lesson.
Rosie dragged her tattered bag from beneath the desk and proceeded towards the door.
“Rosanna, may I speak with you a moment” asks Mr White as he lays the test sheets upon his desk.
“Of course, Mr White” she uses her polite voice reserved only for when speaking to her Aunt Millicent and those teachers who she regularly attempted to avoid prolonged interaction, especially those who chose to call her by her full name.
“now Rosanna, I must ask if you are finding this section too difficult” he sits behind his immaculate desk peering at her over his glasses.
“no sir, it’s very interesting to me” hoping this answer would suggest that he shouldn’t need to call her behind after class.
“oh, you seemed rather distracted during the test, are you positive that you are able to keep up with the work?”
Shoot, she knew that her answer would be more convincing to get this particular teacher of her back. She paused for a moment considering her next answer more carefully.
“Mr White, I assure you that I am fully able to cope with the work both in class and as homework, and I apologise for seeming distracted during the test and I will make sure that it never happens again” she says trying to make her smile a sincere as possible.
“Thank you for your assurances Rosanna, I must say that I found it unusual to your character to be so seemingly distracted, also I am pleased to hear that it will not happen again. So you may leave now, and remember your essay on the discoveries of Pasteur and the effect this had on the medical practice.” he nodded towards the door whilst making sure that I would have no excuse for forgetting this damn essay.
“Yes Mr White”
She pulls her bag up on her shoulder and entered the student filled corridor, waiting for her best chance to get through without being knocked out by the hordes of students hurrying from one room to another and fussing by lockers. She turns the corner reaching her own locker and quickly opens the padlock.
“Hey Rose, What did Mr Posh arse want?” the voice belonging to her best and closest friend, Cloe.
“oh nothing much, just the usual teacher crap. To be honest I just said what I knew he wanted to hear, the whole ‘I hope to be a better student’ façade.”
“ha, works every time, and still none of them have cottoned on, suckers” she says giggling over the ignorance of teachers. “anyways, on to more important things, have you spoken to Christian recently?”
Christian happened to be the hottest guy to grace the corridors of this dreary place, a guy that she had had a crush on since the first day he walked into her form room, with his adorable American accent and glittering smile.
“not recently no, why? Has he said something to you??” her mind ran through the possibilities of scenarios in which Christian could have divulged valuable information to Cloe.
Cloe stifles a giggle at the eagerness Rosie displayed at the mention of Christian.
“Oh Rose, you don’t half make me laugh, and no he aint said out to me, I was just wondering” she became unable to suppress the hilarity she gained from Rosie’s answer, and began giggling uncontrollably.
“knock it off will ya, it aint my fault you brought him up now is it?” she pushed Cloe lightly knocking her off balance.
“hey do you wanna watch it love?” said a disgruntled student as he filed towards his next class. As Cloe regained her balance she pushed Rosie back, causing her to knock into her locker door, pushing it further open.
“woopsie daisy, darlin’” the familiar Texan accent washed over Rosie like the sun on a summers day. “don’t want you trippin’ over now do we”
His smile, that dazzling sight caused her to forget that she could possibly fall flat on her face in a matter of seconds or that anything else in the world existed for that matter.
“Oh, Hey Christian, we were just talking about you” piped up Cloe, earning her a ‘what the hell are you saying, shut up’ sort of look from a still hypnotised Rosie.
“nothing bad I hope” he jokes not knowing whether to blush or be annoyed.
“nope, nothing bad, in fact I was inquiring about how you and our Rosie here were getting on” she continues earning her another ‘if looks could kill’ look from Rosie, who seemed to be growing ever redder by the moment.
“Aren’t you just swell, I like to think that me and Rosie are getting’ on just dandy, what do you think to that Rosie?” he said turning to face her full on.
“urm, oh, yeah, sure, just peachy” she tried to mask her stumbling with a smile, making him smile more. Her body filled with a warm tingly feeling as she thought of how she had been the one to cause him to smile so, which encouraged her to smile more, and as a less voluntary reaction blush to the point where she cold have been mistaken for a tomato.
“Well, ladies, I better be heading off to double Math, I don’t think I can afford to put any further strain on the ‘dreaded vain of Mr Terry’” he calls back as he heads off down the less populated corridor, until finally the girls were positive he was out of ear shot.
“Oh look at your mush Rosie, I don’t think I’ve seen anything that red” giggle Cloe “did I make little Rosie poo blush in front of the gorgeous Christian?” she asks as though cooing over a small child
“knock it off you, believe me, some of the things I have up here would make you turn just as red, and you know it little miss ‘high and mighty’” Rosie reminds her friend as they sidle off to the class they will be sharing for the next few hours.
umm hey guys sorry i have not posted anything in so long I got major writing block and had to wait untill all of my expertise came back to me.
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
I seek a release
from the pain that I feel
Inside my heart there is only
Anger, betrayal and sadness!
Lonliness is a terrible thing
with no-one to see the state that Im in
my head is spinning think im gonna be sick
oh please god
send me someone I can relate to
I cant trust my mum shes to far gone
cant trust my dad hes just an ass
If i cant trust my family who can i trust?
Inside my chest is a hole
where my heart once was
My mum cruelly tore it out
and then stamped all over it!
I was only a child
burdened with adult responsibilities!
and inside that hole
If you can see past all of the scars
you will see my suppresed heart!
We're blind to another one's pain
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone
'Cause we refuse to see
We're deaf to another one's cries
'Cause we refuse to hear
We're dumb to another one's comfort request
'Cause we refuse to speak
But our eyes are wide open
To see another one's mistake
Our ears are open
To hear abouth another one's mistakes
And we can speak
To judge about another one's mistakes
We think we know everything
But we don't know anything
We're ready to judge
But we'd better look in the mirror
Making mistakes is proof your human
Turning your back on those who make them, not so much
He who's without sin,cast the first stone