I decided to skip the synopsis because 1) I’m lazy 2) I suck at writing them and 3) to add suspense. Don’t come at me 😉
Rogue’s POV
My alarm went off at precisely 6 AM, as usual. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stretched out, grudgingly crawling out of bed. I shuffled over to my age-old white dresser, the paint peeling at the edges, and picked out a black tank top and jeans. Casual, comfy, and protecting from the stifling humidity of South Carolina.
I picked my way across my small living space, stepping over pizza boxes and cans of energy drinks, and to the only bathroom in my RV. I got emancipated when I was sixteen, taking on a temporary job to prove that I was responsible (though I have much faster means of making money now) and then moving into this fine RV.
I took a haste shower, careful not to use up too much water. It filled up the tank, and I hated cleaning it out. After pulling my stubborn brown hair into a low ponytail and getting dressed, I put on some concealer to hide the bags under my eyes, and I was off.
My bike was old, beat-up, and slightly too small for me, but I could still ride on it, and that was all I needed. With my crossbody in the basket, I set off, weaving my way in between trailers and RVs. I waved at a few people, smiling at my neighbors.
I stuck to the sidewalk once I reached the main one, almost crashing into this one lady, but I swerved just in time. She gave me a dirty look, but I ignored it.
Riverview High wasn’t too far from the RV park, a fifteen minute bike ride at max if I wasn’t feeling like putting in the extra effort that morning. After locking my bike into the rack and grabbing my cross body, I entered the school, heading straight for my locker.
“Ro!”a voice called down the hall, earning curious stares from my peers. There was the annoying, yet adorable girl I called my best friend, Lucy Cumberbatch. I wheeled around after opening my locker, only to have her barrel into me, grabbing my hands and inspecting my knuckles. “You’re not dead!”
I smiled down at her–I was a good half foot taller than her (she was shooooooort)–and turned back to my locker, grabbing the appropriate materials for first period Science, which I had with Lucy.
“That is correct,” I told her, shutting my locker and leading the way down the hallway. “You worry too much, Luck.”
Lucy narrowed her eyes at me. She hated that nickname. I smiled, pushing open the door to Mr. Harding’s room. We found our usual seats in the middle, me pulling out my notebook and absentmindedly doodling on the back page.
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Wiping sweat from my brow, I set my water bottle down, deciding to shower here rather than again at home. I stripped down, hands bared, and stepped under the stream of hot water. After thoroughly rinsing off–I forgot to bring soap–I stepped out, putting on my undergarments. It was then that I spotted him, sat at one of the benches in the main area of the shower/locker room.
“Rogue,” he said, standing up and making his way over to me as I continued to get dressed. “Dear, I need a favor.”
I glanced warily over at him, pulling on a maroon sweatshirt. “How much?”
“I’ll give you 1k,” he drawled, lighting a blunt. “I’m attending a conference next week, to meet with one of my clients. He’s looking into buying some of my… merchandise and I’d like you to showcase it for me.”
Sighing, I picked the blunt out of his mouth and ground it out on the cement bench. No smoking in the locker room. “You’re not selling m-”
“No, of course not. You’re the best I’ve got. You know I like to get their hopes high.” A slow grin spread across his face. “So, you’ll do it.”
It wasn’t a question. Shimmying into my sweatpants, I nodded, pulling my hair into a ponytail.
“I’ll do it.”
Warning; This book contains scenes/mentions of triggering/uncomfortable topics such as sex, alcohol, drugs, whores, cussing, and insomnia.
Realistic Fiction
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I really enjoy your descriptions. They are very easy to read and give the story great depth!
Thank you so much!