A/N So after almost two year of silence, I have finally returned with way more experience and knowledge. Therefore, there will be some changes before the 13th chapter will be revealed. So enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

"Rose! Get the hell out of bed you're going to be late for your first day of school!" my mother yelled, banging on the door.

I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head trying to block out the banging.

"Rosemarie Hathaway I swear to the god I don't believe in if you don't get your ass out here in the next five minutes, I'll get your father to shoot the door down with his rifle and drag you out!"

Fuck my life. "No need to get mobster. I'm up!" I screamed to the door, rolling out of bed and trudging to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and went through my morning routine, until I got around to getting dressed. I stared grudgingly at my school uniform. What the fuck was the school thinking?! I mean the colors were fine, but the length of that skirt is more than Rose Hathaway can handle. The St. Vladimir's school uniform consisted of a white and black plaid skirt, with a white collared button down shirt to match. But the skirt went down to my knees, and by Rose standards that was too damn long. So, getting creative, I went to my nightstand and picked up my scissors (yes I have a pair of scissors next to my bed, don't judge) and cut my skirt to an "appropriate" length. Then I threw it on and continued getting ready.

By the time I was done, I had 10 minutes to get to school. "Bye, mom." I said, grabbing an apple and running out the door before she could see my cut skirt. Then I hopped on my motorcycle and rode off to school.

Surprisingly enough, I made it with 2 minutes to spare. I hopped off my motorcycle, and grabbed my bag, running over to my best friend Lissa, who was leaning against her convertible, waiting for me. "Hey Liss." I said, giving her a hug.

"Hey! I almost thought you weren't going to make it." She said, returning my hug. "And I see you cut your skirt too." She observed, pointing to my now mid-thigh length skirt. I looked at her and smiled, when I saw hers also reached her mid-thigh.

"I guess great minds think alike." I stated, as I hooked our arms and started walking towards our school for rich kids. We walked up to registration, got our schedules and bounced up and down when we noticed that we had first period together. When the bell rang we found our way to class (after getting lost about a billion times, damn this place was huge) and found two seats together in the back. I looked around as I waited for class to start, and felt immediately out of place. You could tell just by the look of these kids, that they were all rich. They had real diamond jewelry, designer bags, and I'm pretty sure their makeup wasn't from Wal-Mart. Then I looked at Lissa and felt kind of jealous, because Lissa definitely fit in. Unlike me, Lissa was filthy rich. I mean, her family had more money than they knew what to do with.

Me. I was a completely different story. I was on the ledge between middle class and poor. I mean I would be middle class, if my father didn't owe everyone and their fucking mother money. That's why I have scissors next to my bed, and why I have a black belt in every form of martial arts there is, and know how to shoot someone from astonishing distances. Not only that, but the only reason I was allowed to come here was because Lissa's parents loved me enough to pay for my tuition. Ahhh, the life of Rose Hathaway. I was brought back to the world when I felt a tap on my shoulder and stared up into a pair of very alluring brown eyes.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Brown eyes asked, with a slight accent hidden in his voice. Was that Russian?

"Um, no." I managed to say after I shook myself out of my dumbfounded silence. He gave me a dashing smile that left me lightheaded, and took the seat next to me. Little did I know that those few exchanged words would change my life in both a good and bad way.

A/N Stay tuned there is more changes to come. R&R. Signing out!