★.·.★ ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE ★.·.★

Part 1

*External POV*

She wakes up to a mess in her room. It doesn't take her long to recall the argument that had happened the previous night with her mother. Rosalie looked around at the room she had destroyed. Her clothes lay strewn on the bedroom floor, drawers were hanging low, posters were ripped off the walls, leaving the walls bare.

*Rose's POV*

I looked around my room I had ruined; clothes lay on the floor and my posters were ripped off, leaving my walls bare. My mother and I had a huge argument last night. She decided that it was "time for a change" and she wanted to move. She obviously knew that I did not want to go but she did nothing to change the fact that we were moving. Ashborne is WAY too far away from New York! I sighed and plopped down on my messy unmade bed, running my hand through my wavy, dark brown hair. I looked towards the door, noticing that the door knob was moving.I blankly stared ahead, my mother's blond head popped into my room and my mood immediately dampened considerably.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I know it's hard-" she started. I cut her off harshly.

"Actually you don't know," I snapped. "Otherwise we wouldn't be moving right now!" I stated sharply.

A look of hurt spread throughout her face, but was quickly replaced with anger. "You know I don't want to move," she muttered.

"Oh, right. You want to get away from your ex-boyfriends," I retorted. Dammit, I know I shouldn't have said that when her expression became unreadable and she walks away swiftly. I lay there for a moment, not knowing what to do. I looked around. Then I realized: today was Monday! I had to get to school! I threw on my clothes and grabbed my backpack. Then I ran out the front door, skipping breakfast. It didn't matter, I wouldn't have eaten anyway. I headed to school.

When I got there, I gasped for air. My school was a good ten minutes away from home if I walked, so I took about five minutes to get here. I looked around and realized the alarm clock in my room was wrong! I got here twenty minutes early! I took a deep breath to calm myself down. My mother did this on purpose! I have to admit, it is kind of funny...

"Rosie!" I heard my nickname being called. I looked up and saw my best friend Everett running towards me. His auburn hair was in a messy tousle and his gray eyes were shining with their usual excitement. "Why are you so early?" he asked. I looked up and his tall figure and sighed.

"Hey, Ev. My mom changed the time on my clock, so I ran to school," I admitted, frowning. He laughed and started smirking.

"Hey, you look tired," Everett commented.

"I know, Mom and I had a fight," I stated.

"Why did you have a fight?" Everett asked curiously. I pursed my lips.

"We're moving," I explained. The smile disappeared from his face.

"What?!" he exclaimed. I saddened. I was going to miss him. "Why?" he asked, sounding upset.

"I actually don't really know," I replied. Everett frowned.

"Where? Is it far? It probably isn't," he prodded.

"Ashborne," I muttered.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm moving to Ashborne," I sighed. His eyes widened in surprise.

"That's far," he commented softly.

"Yeah," I got quiet.

"I'm gonna miss you. When are you leaving?" he asked quietly.

"Tomorrow," I answered. He started coughing.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Everett asked.

"I found out yesterday," I deadpanned. Everett sighed.

"I'm spending all of today with you," he stated.

"Let's make the most of it," I added. We nodded in unison. "Sleepover?" I asked.

"Yeah. Ok. Alright," Everett agreed. The bell rang, snapping us out of our thoughts. "Don't walk out this time," Everett warned.

"I'll try, but i'm not making any promises," I called over my shoulder as I walked away. I walked to class, then sighed. This teacher always irritated the hell out of me. I shot a glare at the teacher, then took my seat.

"Miss Lombardi," Mr. Strickler called me. I looked up. "It has come to my attention that you are moving away soon?" I nodded at the fact. "We'll miss you," he stated. I smiled slightly. This class was annoying, and I didn't like him, but he was a good teacher... I learned a lot in his class, even though I would never admit it aloud.

"Thank you, Mr. Strickler," I answered respectfully. Prepare to be harrassed by annoying boys, I thought to myself. My guess was right because he started bothering me as soon as they stepped through the door. Cyrus and Alexander. Alexander was the normal and decent one of the pair, with golden blond hair and dark, chocolate brown eyes. Cyrus was the one that drove me insane! He is so annoying! Cyrus had dark brown hair and light brown eyes that twinkled with an infuriating mischief. I glared at him as he walked in.

"Hey, principessa (Italian for princess)," Alexander acknowledged me. I nodded in his direction. At that moment, he and Cyrus sat in front of me. Let the tormentation begin.

"What do you want?" I asked Cyrus in a snarky tone of voice.

"Don't be mad, sweetheart. I came to ask you something," Alexander stated. I glared at him even more harshly.

"What?" I asked, feeling impatient.

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?" he asked, surprisingly, sounding slightly upset. I narrowed my eyes.

"How do you know about that?" I asked.

"I heard you and that wimp in the morning," he replied nonchalantly, his voice still a bit sad.

"And what gives you the right to know about my personal life?" I snapped.

"Calm down, sweetheart. The reason I have a right to know about your personal life is because I actually care. Did you think I was just messing around with you?" he asked, sounding strangely genuine. It made me uncomfortable.

"Yes," I replied bluntly. "You're still playing. Are we done here?" He slammed his hand down on my desk.

"See that there is what really pisses me off! You act like you don't care! Just react properly to what I say for once!" he exclaimed. I looked down at his hand, which was now clenched in a tight fist, then looked up to him with an unreadable expression on my face.

"What do you want me to say? Oh! Cyrus! You're so amazing!" I mocked him, making a sickly sweet voice.

"I want you to be nicer," Cyrus said.

"I'm not putting up with this today! You know what? I'm out!" I exclaimed. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and stormed out the door.

A/N: First chapter. Crappy, right? Actually, don't answer that question!