This is Rosalba, Gwen's cousin. This is her POV. The last one was Gwen's, if Ты were paying attention. Rosalba means white rose in Italian.
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I was at my friend’s door, preparing to say goodbye.
“How am I supposed to tell her? She’s my best friend, and she’ll be completely heartbroken that I’m leaving,” I thought. “Okay, let me try this again…” She cleared her throat and began to speak. “Emmy, Ты know you’re my best friend, right? So you’re the first person I come to when I hear about a family crisis, like when my grandpa died? I came to you…” I groaned and slapped myself on the forehead, leaving a red palm-shaped mark. “I’m never going to get it right,” I moaned.
Suddenly, to my surprise, the front door opened. It was Emmy, with her goofy old smile on her freckled face.
“Hold on, a minute, I didn’t-” I began.
“Knock?” she guessed, that wide grin growing even bigger. I used tease her for “reading my mind” like that. “I could hear Ты dissing yourself from up in my room! What’s up?” That big smile of hers made it harder for me to keep my tears back.
“Um…I need to talk to you…” I replied back in my sad tone.
“Ooh, that look on your face says it’s pretty serious,” she said, putting a confused look on her face. “Let’s go up to my room.” She took my arm and led me up the stairs.
We stopped at her door; the sign said:
“This room is a place for all weirdoes to enjoy. I hope Ты appreciate the oddities that I hold within.”
Around the motto, I saw my signature intertwined with hers. Under that, it said:
“My best friend and I sure do. ♥”
It made it even harder to keep from crying.
She opened the door and sat down in one of her bean-bag-chairs, while I sat down in the other. I couldn’t take it anymore. Before she even had the chance to ask what was up, I burst out crying. Her eyes widened and she rushed over to me. “Oh my god! What happened, Rose?” she questioned, as I wept into her shoulder.
I looked her in the eyes and sniffled. The eyes I would most likely never be able to see again. Those pretty, crystal green eyes that I believed were the eyes of my guardian angel; my soul sister; my best friend that had helped me get through the toughest things in life.
I had to tell her.
“Emmy...you know that my parents are in that fight about who gets custody of me?” I managed to choke out.
“Yeah?” She looked like she was near tears herself.
“Well, while they work on that, my mother is sending me to my cousin’s house to stay there until they come to a result.”
“Is there a definite amount of time you’ll be there?” she asked, getting a bit pale in the face.
“No…and my parents also told me that no matter who gets me, I’m going to…have to…” I choked back tears and whispered the dreaded word: “move.”
She had the same shocked expression as I did when I learned the news myself. She hugged me tightly and we both cried our eyes out that night. We made a pact that no matter what happens, we’d stay in contact. But from where I stood, I knew that it would never be the same.
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I was at my friend’s door, preparing to say goodbye.
“How am I supposed to tell her? She’s my best friend, and she’ll be completely heartbroken that I’m leaving,” I thought. “Okay, let me try this again…” She cleared her throat and began to speak. “Emmy, Ты know you’re my best friend, right? So you’re the first person I come to when I hear about a family crisis, like when my grandpa died? I came to you…” I groaned and slapped myself on the forehead, leaving a red palm-shaped mark. “I’m never going to get it right,” I moaned.
Suddenly, to my surprise, the front door opened. It was Emmy, with her goofy old smile on her freckled face.
“Hold on, a minute, I didn’t-” I began.
“Knock?” she guessed, that wide grin growing even bigger. I used tease her for “reading my mind” like that. “I could hear Ты dissing yourself from up in my room! What’s up?” That big smile of hers made it harder for me to keep my tears back.
“Um…I need to talk to you…” I replied back in my sad tone.
“Ooh, that look on your face says it’s pretty serious,” she said, putting a confused look on her face. “Let’s go up to my room.” She took my arm and led me up the stairs.
We stopped at her door; the sign said:
“This room is a place for all weirdoes to enjoy. I hope Ты appreciate the oddities that I hold within.”
Around the motto, I saw my signature intertwined with hers. Under that, it said:
“My best friend and I sure do. ♥”
It made it even harder to keep from crying.
She opened the door and sat down in one of her bean-bag-chairs, while I sat down in the other. I couldn’t take it anymore. Before she even had the chance to ask what was up, I burst out crying. Her eyes widened and she rushed over to me. “Oh my god! What happened, Rose?” she questioned, as I wept into her shoulder.
I looked her in the eyes and sniffled. The eyes I would most likely never be able to see again. Those pretty, crystal green eyes that I believed were the eyes of my guardian angel; my soul sister; my best friend that had helped me get through the toughest things in life.
I had to tell her.
“Emmy...you know that my parents are in that fight about who gets custody of me?” I managed to choke out.
“Yeah?” She looked like she was near tears herself.
“Well, while they work on that, my mother is sending me to my cousin’s house to stay there until they come to a result.”
“Is there a definite amount of time you’ll be there?” she asked, getting a bit pale in the face.
“No…and my parents also told me that no matter who gets me, I’m going to…have to…” I choked back tears and whispered the dreaded word: “move.”
She had the same shocked expression as I did when I learned the news myself. She hugged me tightly and we both cried our eyes out that night. We made a pact that no matter what happens, we’d stay in contact. But from where I stood, I knew that it would never be the same.
It was time for another guilded Chris ceremony. "OK screaming gaffers", сказал(-а) Chris "It's time for a guilded chris ceremony. If Ты don't get a Guilded Chris award, Ты must walk the red carpet of shame and hitch a ride on the lame-o-sine and go Главная and Ты can NEVER come back". "Duncan, JG, Seiamica, Clay, Blake, Julie, Tonya, Harold, Leshawna,DJ, Gwen, Heather.
Shawni, Vanita, one of Ты if going home.
shaw. when all of a sudden Calvin came in on a vine and smacked chris in the face. Chris, with a mad look on his face yelled cuddles! and сказал(-а) "well instead of who was originaly going to be voted off, CALVIN IS GOING Главная NOW!!!!!" calvin got a look on his face. "i'll be back he сказал(-а) and he ran away. "with our luck he will be" сказал(-а) JG. "yeah сказал(-а) Vanita "he's came back TWICE after being voted off". "hes been voted off 3 times now" сказал(-а) Shawni. "well I'm happy I didn't get voted off!".
Shawni, Vanita, one of Ты if going home.
shaw. when all of a sudden Calvin came in on a vine and smacked chris in the face. Chris, with a mad look on his face yelled cuddles! and сказал(-а) "well instead of who was originaly going to be voted off, CALVIN IS GOING Главная NOW!!!!!" calvin got a look on his face. "i'll be back he сказал(-а) and he ran away. "with our luck he will be" сказал(-а) JG. "yeah сказал(-а) Vanita "he's came back TWICE after being voted off". "hes been voted off 3 times now" сказал(-а) Shawni. "well I'm happy I didn't get voted off!".
April 14 2010.
I know that I havn't been Письмо latley. Thats because they took this book and hid it. luckey for me that they didn't read it, they of corse don't know about my plan to run away to new york. Owen loves me, and i Любовь that big guy too. he is probably the only person that I have ever met that dosn't think i'm crazy.
April 17 2010.
I saw Julie today, she сказал(-а) she would miss me. I offered to take her with me, her living out in the streets in all, but she couldn't. she сказал(-а) that she needed to stay where her possy was. I hardly ever got to see her anyways. she lived in the USA in illinois, and I lived in canada.
April 19 2010.
I'm happy that I only have 11 еще days in my hell hole of a house. I can live in new york. That word in my mind echos new york......new york
Now when i think of that word, I think of freedom.
I know that I havn't been Письмо latley. Thats because they took this book and hid it. luckey for me that they didn't read it, they of corse don't know about my plan to run away to new york. Owen loves me, and i Любовь that big guy too. he is probably the only person that I have ever met that dosn't think i'm crazy.
April 17 2010.
I saw Julie today, she сказал(-а) she would miss me. I offered to take her with me, her living out in the streets in all, but she couldn't. she сказал(-а) that she needed to stay where her possy was. I hardly ever got to see her anyways. she lived in the USA in illinois, and I lived in canada.
April 19 2010.
I'm happy that I only have 11 еще days in my hell hole of a house. I can live in new york. That word in my mind echos new york......new york
Now when i think of that word, I think of freedom.