Life of a Rose- The Story of Rosalie Hale by RB-Official, literature
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Life of a Rose- The Story of Rosalie Hale
Part 6
It was late by the time I finally got back from the shops, and already I had a few dresses that I didn’t want to purchase with the others around, however…
“Daddy!” I called as I hung up my coat and hat.
“There you are, Rosie!” Dad called before rushing and pulling me into his embrace. “Where were you?”
“Sorry, Daddy, I went out with to the mall with some of my classmates.”
“Good. I’m glad to see you get out and about a bit more, Rosie. Did you meet anyone new?” His brow raised, he looked at me over his spectacles.
“Hardly,” I sighed. “
Life of a Rose - The story of Rosalie Hale by RB-Official, literature
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Life of a Rose - The story of Rosalie Hale
Part 4
“Rosalie!”
I turned towards my name. Towards me ran a woman no older than myself, her brown hair flowing wildly and still as gracious as ever.
“Vera,” I sighed and hugged her when she got close.
“How was the party last night? We drove past the Kings home going to visit my Grandmother,” Vera said. “It looked like so much fun.”
“I wouldn’t know, I didn’t go,” I answered as we linked arms and walked to class.
“Really? Why not?”
“All of the carers for John and William was ill and I was the only one left Mom an
Life of a Rose - The story of Rosalie Hale by RB-Official, literature
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Life of a Rose - The story of Rosalie Hale
Part 5
Veronica, Guilia and Amanda were nice girls, of sorts.
I walked ahead of them as I never had thought Guilia and Amanda liked me very much. Jealousy gave their eyes an ugly shade of green.
At the café, we all got our drinks, sat together and after what felt like half an hour, but in truth was probably only two-minutes, I began getting bored and let my eyes wander. On the other side of the café were a group of men, all looking over to us, one of them, a gruff, older, dirty man, winked at me when he noticed me looking.
As disgusting as he was, it pierced my pride that he noticed me, enough to make me have
The stigma (Boys don't cry) by SongsLyrics, literature
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The stigma (Boys don't cry)
I see a pain behind your eyes
I know you feel it everyday
It's like a light that slowly dies
But it's better not to say
It's better not to say such things out loud
Just close your eyes and bite your tongue for now
Don't let them see you fall
Stay strong, hold on
You've got to keep it together now
Just dry your eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
No, no, boys don't cry
No, no, 'cause boys don't cry
You feel an emptiness inside
How it sinks into your soul
But it's nothing you can't hide
Just forget about the hole beneath your skin
That's swallowing the best of you within
Don't let them see you fall
Stay strong, hold on
You've got to keep it together
1935 - Chapter One, The Greedy Fox by Celestion, literature
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1935 - Chapter One, The Greedy Fox
June 30th, 1935...
In most of the world, it is customary that- upon the setting of the sun- the land grows cooler and the night air thinner, crisper, but New York City would be damned before she sang to anyone else’s hymn sheet: by daylight the city was balmy, and the air moist and sweet, but when eventide came it sweltered and broiled. The streets were made rancid with the musty smell of garbage, which not only littered every embankment from The Hudson to The East River, but lay discarded in the streets, ironic placeholders for the human trash who deserved to be there but had been delayed at Wall Street.
And this was a problem only
CLAIRE
After that awkward as hell breakfast, I had to start heading out. I didn't want to leave Quint alone on his first day on his own, but, I couldn't miss my classes. Unfortunately for me, Dad was running late for work(too much time grilling Quint), and I had to drop off Penelope at her school before heading to mine. This wouldn't be so bad if it didn't start to snow while we walked. Lucky me.
PENELOPE= "Your friend's really fat."
CLAIRE= "Really? I haven't noticed."
PENELOPE= "He must be, like, a hundred times the size of that homeless guy you dated."
CLAIRE= "First of all, your math is shit. Secondly, Ric wasn't homeless, he lived i
CLAIRE
After a long walk, and a sort bus ride, I made it back to my apartment. My apartment building was unique, because the basement was being rented out for dozens of people at a time. Times were tough, and people needed a roof over their head, and it didn't matter if it meant sleeping on a bare mattress next to complete strangers. At least it was better than living in some Hooverville(at least I think so).
Luckily for me, my family lives on the top floor. My father's a journalist and my mother is the landlord of the building. I didn't used to think that we were that rich, but, after the stock market crashed, and we didn't go hungry, I