Her

Chapter 2

We're really all the same. Regretting the past, wasting the present, and wishing for a better future.

"I thought I heard something out here" Rosalina said as she stepped out into the moonlight and pulled down her sleeves to sheild herself from the cold, snippy air. A girl sat on the chain fence that seperated the two yards. She was smiling like that cheshire cat as she light a cigarette, "Want one?". Rosalina nodded 'no' as she closed the back door quickly. Camden shrugged as she put the white stick between her two lips and took a breath.

"Norths were every where today" She said as she hoped down and took the cigarette away to release the smoke that was being kept hostage in her mouth. Rosalina pretended she didn't hear Camden and said "You're going to die before your twenty if you keep smoking like that".

"If I wanted to be judged about my habits I would have just stayed home" She started to make weird hand motions as she dropped the cigarette to the ground and rubbed it into the ground with her boots heel.

"I'm heading to the north side for some fun. Wanna come?" the north side, the rich side, the 'right side'.

"What are you planning to do?" Rosalina asked as she took a step closer to Camden, sending her a werid look.

"Don't know" The dark haired girl said as she looked around.

"You in?" Rosalina shook her head 'no' for the second time tonight before heading back to the door.

"Stay out of trouble" She whispered to herself more then to Camden. Rosalina could have sworn she said something around the lines of 'troubles my middle name' as Rosalina went back inside and Camden began to walk down the lonely road.

I smell like smoke Rosalina thought as she pulled her shirt to her nose. She wrinkled up her nose as she pulled it over her head and threw it onto the dirty tile floor. Then she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down before going into the bathroom and starting the shower

Rosalina's mind began to wander to different places as she stood still under the cold water. She didn't like that hot showers and instead took cold ones because it reminded her of rain. As the water became closer to ice then water she turned off the shower and stepped out to the slightly warm bathroom air. She wrapped a creme towel around her body and walked out of the room, completing overlooking the small slip of notebook paper on the bathroom sink's counter.