After Dylan kissed her on the cheek, Rosaline decided to explore the house while he was gone. She wondered from room to room, opening door after door, not stopping until she got to the library.

Walking through the doorway or the library, Rosaline looks at the book lined on the shelves in amazement. Never had she been in a library, besides the ones at school and at school she wasn't able to go to the school library, because believe it or not that was where her bullies resided.

Slowly, she walks pass the shelves skimming her fingers across the surprisingly non-dusty covers. Dylan reads, she asks herself. He doesn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, he seems like the dullest tool in the shed. "Woah," she whispers as she sees a ladder with wheels like the ones in the movies. Quickly and full of excitement, Rosaline races over to the ladder and climbs up, before pushing herself until the ladder catches on the end of the shelf, jerking her to the side. She giggles, before pushing herself to the other side of the bookshelf laughing –quite loudly- when the ladder again catches itself on the end of the bookshelf. Having enough of being jerked around, Rosaline climbs down the latter and slowly turns in a circle once again admiring her surroundings. Weirdo. I'm not a weirdo. Yes, you are. No, I'm not. Yes, you are that's why they picked on you. Rosaline takes a deep breath and ignores the nasty voice in her head. Not only did they pick on you because you're a weird, but because not only are you an unwanted child but you're a freak and a big ball of depression who talks to yourself. "You're not me," She whispers, trying to get rid of the voice inside her head. Or am I? Trying to distract herself, she reaches out, picks out a random book and flips to chapter 1, before reading it.

Darius looked around the club, taking in the teeming half-naked bodies on the dance flo-

Before she can read anymore the book is snatched from her hand and slammed shut with a loud boom. Rosaline spins around to see a plump snowman like woman with fiery red hair and a cherry red face, glaring down at her. "What are you doing reading this adult book, little girl," the woman demands. Rosaline pales and looks down ashamed. "Answer me girl," the woman demands again. "I d-di-didn't know what was i-i-i-in there," Rosaline stutters out a feeling of de-ja-vu washing over her. "You naughty child," the woman scolds. Rosaline bows her head, before muttering out an apology. "Now, go on you naughty child." She doesn't need to be told twice. Within a second she runs from the library, running down hall after hall, turning back corner after corner until she finally stops and realizes she's lost.

Never did she think she would get lost in a rich man's house. How does a person get lost in a rich man's house. O, maybe because she was scolded by a big scary looking snowman and ran with her tail between her legs. Looking around, Rosaline sighs and feels as if she's about to cry. Retrace your steps idiot. She sniffs and rubs the snot that's beginning to run out of her nose eyes burning. Retrace my steps? Yes, stupido. Rosaline's just about to retrace her steps when she realizes she doesn't remember where she came from. Rosaline sighs and a tear falls down her cheek though she quickly wipes it away. No, she wasn't going to cry. Rosaline heaves a sigh and randomly decides to walk backwards, before taking the first left.

She keeps walking before randomly taking a right. She kept walking and taking random corners when she hears a second pair of footsteps. She stops and looks around seeing no one. She keeps walking and after a few seconds hears another pair of footsteps. She stops again. Nothing. "Hello," Rosaline calls out. "Anyone there?" Nothing. Rosaline begins walking again, panicking when she once again hears a second pair of footsteps. She stops once again looking around wildly her breath picking up. Where the hell are those footsteps coming from? Her breathing becomes irregular and her chest starts to ache. I'm going to have a panic attack, she tells herself though her breathing doesn't cease to slow. She tries to calm herself down. Maybe it's all in her head, she tells herself. Why not under your bed. She giggles. For a reason unknown to her, rhymes made her feel better almost immediately. An idea comes to her and a smile plants itself on her face.

"My bat hit a rat and got caught by a cat who then sat." Rosaline could feel her mood lighten until a giggle came from behind her. All the color drains from her face and slowly she turns, only to see a figure turn the corner.

"Wait," Rosaline calls out and smacks herself on the forehead. Hard. She feels her forehead pulsing as she rubs her burning hand on the silk nightgown that she has yet to change out of. Well, she thinks. Too late to turn back now. Slowly, she makes her way to the corner, gasping when she catches sight of the person who was following her.

Fiery red hair that ended inches past their shoulders, sparking grass green eyes, cheeks and nose sprinkled with freckles that stood out against their pale skin. The face looked slightly like a male, but the body told another story with a heavy bottom half that made the person look like a girl. O my, she thinks. This person looks very unusual. "What's your name," Rosaline asks, carefully. The person doesn't respond and she can't help but feel confused. Can he not understand her? That's probably the freak didn't answer you, idiot. She sighs and points at herself and slowly pronounces, "Rosaline." The person scrunches up his nose and Rosaline almost awws at how adorable the action is. "Vus-el-ine," the person pronounces and Rosaline realizes that he speaks German. She inwardly sighs in relief. "Wie heißen Sie," Rosaline says, asking his name in German. "Mein Name ist Brendis." Brendis...hmmm...she could've sworn she heard that name before when she was learning German names. Brendis, Brendis, Bre- "Little Raven," she blurts out. Brendis' head tilts, face confused. "kleiner Rabe," Rosaline translates.

An idea pops into her head and confidently she sticks out again. Again Brendis is confused. Rosaline smiles. "möchte mein Freund sein," she asks. Slowly Brendis nods and places his hand in hers. She shakes it with a giggle. Rosaline just made a new friend.