'Tis be Rose's POV. Enjoy!
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Mom had also told me that, “She was so much like you. Ты both used to spend all день trying to think of something Ты two didn’t have in common!”
So I sat on the train, waiting for the big lug to stop.
I was wearing my most treasured shirt, the black and red “The voices told me to” t-shirt. Everyone always stopped to read it, and it always gave them a chuckle when they did, so it made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. или at least that I wore shirts people wouldn’t expect.
My mom had filled me in on the stuff I’d forgotten after the accident. It wasn’t such a big deal to me; I mean, I survived, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. But my mom thought it would be such a “traumatic” experience for me, so she helped me “cope” with it.
Honestly, I could remember the past 6 years, back until I was 10. But everything before that was a complete blank. It was as if I’d been born at age 10.
I’d learned that the kind people who’d let me stay over at their house in Toronto for a few weeks were also my family; my aunt Bonnie and my two cousins. I’d also learned that the girl and I used to be good Друзья until I moved away. And, of course, my mom wouldn’t tell me her name. Why did she have to be so mysterious like that? I never liked surprises!
I began to hum to myself. It was Never Too Late, by Three Days Grace. I’d had that song stuck in my head since about a год after I had gotten out of the hospital. I never knew why it was always that song in my head, but as I hummed it, I dismissed the thought, guessing it used to be my Избранное song.
And since then, one или еще little visuals of me and a little girl with straight, black hair and wearing a white tank-top playing in a sand box, или sliding down a water slide, или walking into the woods together.
Suddenly, I heard the conductor yell, “We’re in Toronto! All passengers that were heading Toronto-ward- all off the train!”
Hmph, that must be me, I thought, as I lugged my suitcase out the door. Once I got outside, I spotted a tall, young-looking woman in a clean, white блузка and a gray knee-length skirt, with her arm around a teenage girl with short, black and blue hair, and, literally, black from her earrings to her combat boots.
How are Ты gonna handle this, Rosalba? I asked myself.
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Mom had also told me that, “She was so much like you. Ты both used to spend all день trying to think of something Ты two didn’t have in common!”
So I sat on the train, waiting for the big lug to stop.
I was wearing my most treasured shirt, the black and red “The voices told me to” t-shirt. Everyone always stopped to read it, and it always gave them a chuckle when they did, so it made me feel like I wasn’t invisible. или at least that I wore shirts people wouldn’t expect.
My mom had filled me in on the stuff I’d forgotten after the accident. It wasn’t such a big deal to me; I mean, I survived, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. But my mom thought it would be such a “traumatic” experience for me, so she helped me “cope” with it.
Honestly, I could remember the past 6 years, back until I was 10. But everything before that was a complete blank. It was as if I’d been born at age 10.
I’d learned that the kind people who’d let me stay over at their house in Toronto for a few weeks were also my family; my aunt Bonnie and my two cousins. I’d also learned that the girl and I used to be good Друзья until I moved away. And, of course, my mom wouldn’t tell me her name. Why did she have to be so mysterious like that? I never liked surprises!
I began to hum to myself. It was Never Too Late, by Three Days Grace. I’d had that song stuck in my head since about a год after I had gotten out of the hospital. I never knew why it was always that song in my head, but as I hummed it, I dismissed the thought, guessing it used to be my Избранное song.
And since then, one или еще little visuals of me and a little girl with straight, black hair and wearing a white tank-top playing in a sand box, или sliding down a water slide, или walking into the woods together.
Suddenly, I heard the conductor yell, “We’re in Toronto! All passengers that were heading Toronto-ward- all off the train!”
Hmph, that must be me, I thought, as I lugged my suitcase out the door. Once I got outside, I spotted a tall, young-looking woman in a clean, white блузка and a gray knee-length skirt, with her arm around a teenage girl with short, black and blue hair, and, literally, black from her earrings to her combat boots.
How are Ты gonna handle this, Rosalba? I asked myself.
Name: unknown.
Nickname: JunerBee.
Age:14.
Possy: JG's possy.
Phrase: I'll bite you! I will! grrrrrr..
JunerBee Palmer, Trent and Juli's cousin, is a wierd phsyco type. She Is alot еще normal then her cousins, she is just daring. She will do anything that some one dares her to, she's eaten dog treats, jumped on вверх of trains, and even done alot of things while walkig Главная from school. JG once dared her to yell at passing cars about them driving on earth day. JunerBee is into "peace" and staying "green", so she exsepted. "What are Ты doing! Driving a car! It's earth day, you're ruining our who eco-system!" she'd yell. JG and Vanita met her while walking Главная from school, daring her to do Болталка things, everything they dared, she did. It was starting to get funny. JunerBee was nicknamed by JG, then exsepted into the possy, so no one other tha JG and Vanita know her real name. JunerBee is and will always be weird, but she likes it that way!
Nickname: JunerBee.
Age:14.
Possy: JG's possy.
Phrase: I'll bite you! I will! grrrrrr..
JunerBee Palmer, Trent and Juli's cousin, is a wierd phsyco type. She Is alot еще normal then her cousins, she is just daring. She will do anything that some one dares her to, she's eaten dog treats, jumped on вверх of trains, and even done alot of things while walkig Главная from school. JG once dared her to yell at passing cars about them driving on earth day. JunerBee is into "peace" and staying "green", so she exsepted. "What are Ты doing! Driving a car! It's earth day, you're ruining our who eco-system!" she'd yell. JG and Vanita met her while walking Главная from school, daring her to do Болталка things, everything they dared, she did. It was starting to get funny. JunerBee was nicknamed by JG, then exsepted into the possy, so no one other tha JG and Vanita know her real name. JunerBee is and will always be weird, but she likes it that way!