Over the years, Rose has learned how to be self-reliant. Her childhood had been lonely and unforgiving to Rose. However, she survived coming out the other end as a strong-willed and intelligent young woman.
After a series of bad choices, Rose's fami...
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Unknown: Meet me at the diner on 5th at two in the morning. I'll be wearing a black hat.
That was the phone call I received yesterday afternoon in fourth period. I want to think I'm not dumb enough actually to follow their directions, but here I am, standing in front of the diner, I was told. There's only one other car here, and it's very nondescript. There aren't any plates or stickers on the windshield. Nothing that could give me a single hint who the fuck wants to meet me here. The number wasn't saved on my phone, and I haven't texted the number before.
One of the only reasons I showed up is because it didn't tell me to come unarmed or with no one. If it did, that would be more threatening. Also, it said me meaning one person. Hopefully, my assumptions aren't wrong, or this is going to get very messy. I take one more breath of the early morning air and open the door of the twenty-four-hour diner. I felt the knife in my back pocket giving me a blanket of security.
The warm air is a contrast to the cold New York air. The diner isn't as nice as the one by the school this diner is eerier and lonely. The waitress working nodded her head at me, calling out that she would be with me in a minute. I look around the diner and spot the only customer in the diner.
It was a woman. She had a black hat covering her eyes and most of her face, but she had dark brown hair that came to her collar bones and wore a black sweatshirt and jeans. Walking towards the booth, I slide in the seat in front of her. She had a steaming cup of black coffee in her grasp slowing sipping it. The woman gave off a lethal aura making you intrigued but cautious of her.
When I sat down, she didn't acknowledge my presence; instead just continued sipping her coffee. The waitress came over and poured me a cup of coffee, and I nodded my head as a thank you. The woman had yet to say a word. Finally, she put her cup down and lifted her head. I still couldn't see her eyes, but just the bottom half of her face.
The woman prided herself on her secrecy, meaning she had something to hide and didn't want me to know what just yet. She took an audible deep breath before she started talking in a low whisper.
"Rose Giordano, born May 22nd, 2004," The lady said the words looking for confirmation her voice was cold and calculating. I shook my head no because she had my birthday wrong.
"May 17th," I said, correcting the lady. The side of the woman's lips tilted upwards in a smirk, meaning she knew she messed the date up. She was testing me, using precautions making sure it was really me. My mind wasn't panicking like all of the other times I would meet someone new, but instead, it was at peace, yet still guarded.
"What did Marco tell you?" The woman asked, saying the name that made me flinch away. How did this woman know about Marco? I looked at her skeptically before voicing my thoughts.
"How can I trust you?" I asked her. Soon after the words left my mouth, I realized how dumb they were. If she knew I could or could not trust her, she would still try to convince me. The woman shook her head, her hair swaying with her.
