Intoxicate.

This is me.

The classical blonde gal, green eyes with the slighest dash of grey, mum always told me it made me unique. My teeth oddly straight and white, children from primary school always envyed my glistening smile. I wont say I'm the prettiest, because I don't like to come across as vein.

I'm what I think's the average height- 5'6, 5'7, slender in places, chubbier in others. I have a thing for maths and science. I can number around 29 numbers of pie so far, which is yes, probably the nerdiest thing you've ever heard.

No, I'm not ''miss popular.'' I have acquaintances but I can't call them friends.

Apart from one girl, Meagan, pretty much my other half, but we're just absolute opposites.

I could pretty much say I don't have any, I guess.

I'm not a negative person, I literally am the happiest girl when I'm surrounded by the things I love. 

But that's the same for anyone.

I can tell you think I'm boring. But, I only want you to know me so you're not left guessing.

Let's start the day.

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I crawled out from under my covers, the sunlight hitting me. I pierced my eyes shut and rubbed them roughly. ''Rose..'' My dad called over the sound of sizzling bacon. I could smell that from anywhere.

''Yes, Dad?''

''Your Aunt Carol is coming over, get some clothes on, ya scruff.''

I sighed, feeling a strand of hair fall between my eyes. ''Yeah, I'll be down soon.'' I replied, using all my energy to reply. I fell back and landed in my fluffy pillows.

My ears pinged at the familiar sound of Rhubarb scratching at the door. ''Oh, bloody hell, Rube.. go away.''

His whimpers melted my heart, I had no choice. I sat up and dragged my bare feet across the carpet. I unlocked the door swiftly. His little white curls brushed my legs, making me smile.

As he does, he waddled towards my bed and jumped up, making himself comfy on my pillows. ''Rube, you're a strange dog.'' I sighed, sitting further from him on the bed. As soon as my bottom touched the crisp white bed sheets, he was all over me, licking my cheeks and hands.

His tail waggled, slapping my upper arm numerous times. ''Rube, move now. I need to get in the shower.'' I struggled, picking him up and placing him onto the floor.

He barked, ''Oi!" I yelled back, heading towards my closet.

I picked out anything, It's only aunt Carol.

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After my shower, I was fully changed. I left my hair wet. Mum always used to tell me that I'd get a cold, but I always liked feeling the wet hair on my skin.

I staggered downstairs, Dad was just dishing up my plate. ''Rube, move.'' He scolded, scraping the eggs onto my plate. I sat at the table, ''It's 2:10, Rosie, not the time you have breakfast, love.''

''I was studying all night, Dad. I have an exam Monday coming, I can't fail this.''

''Rose, ya' don't have to kill ya' self over stupid maths, love.'' His Scottish accent was brushing through.

''I know, I know..I just can't fail'.'' I replied, his accent only bringing out mine. ''Can ya not lecture me? It's well hard not becoming a Scotsman when ya' do that. We live in London, pap.'' I continued.

He scuffed, sitting with me at the table. ''Eat up, las'.''

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Hi guys, this is just the start, just so you get to know Rosie's lifestyle and what she looks like. It may not be that intriguing but it's only just beginning.

Thanks for reading, babes.