Rosey Alma Williams
A rich sixteen year old woman who lived with her dying mother. She went to a expensive private school, called white Willow high school and that was where she was going
she was walking down a sidewalk at five forty am to school, her loud heels hitting the concrete. She stared around.
Her eyes following the cold sights, she stopped in her tracks. Her blue eyes staring beside her, the dark lurking forest.
A russle of leaves perked her ears, she huffed out air, stopping her movement.
"Hello?" She quietly asked, a large pound made her jump, a wolf. Shining golden eyes and white pale fur, she screamed, tripping on her heels and trying to escape.
She huffed out air, as she ran close to the campus, her pale hands placed on her knee caps. She felt a hit on her back, bella
"Oi rose don't wanna be late aye?" The British asked, Rosey shrugged. Her heart beating at a slow pace, she walked passed bella and to the glass doors of the private school "aye lad don't leave meh hanging, ugh!"
Rosey, sighed, running her pale fingers through her fluffy light brown hair, her nose was red and so where her cheeks. Not to mention, winter was only a couple days before, and the cold air came to the small quite town. She grabbed her text books and went on into class
