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Zomg - there's a total of puppies, being told off, courts and jailtime in this chapter!

Yay - I’ve survived so far! If you have questions, comments, feedback, anything but please not hate mail - suggestions work though - email me at!

Also - thank you to my beta - though I'm not exactly sure who you are! *frustrated face*

Song quote for this week’s chapter:

“You got your money, you got your car

You got your bottle at the bar

It doesn’t mean anything, you’re anything

A rich b*tch, a rich b*tch

The public loves you, you’re gonna go far

Cause you’re throwin a charity bazaar

It doesn’t mean you give a d*mn”


 “Rich B*tch” - D.O.A.

Oh, and one big thank you to the best beta ever: myimm0rtal!


THE JUDGE slammed his gavel down angrily; the wood hitting wood noise was annoying and loud. It reminded me of my little brother Fargo.

“Six months of prison for Mr. Hale, for aggravated assault.”

I cringed noticeably, as did my father. Royce King had called a court order against my father and me, for ‘attacking’ Lesa.

I knew my father wanted to cry out in horror, pain, and rejection of the sentence, but he didn’t. For my well-being, he didn‘t. I snorted softly. If he cared for my well-being he would’ve bought that dress for me before, not making me steal his money to buy one, then have Lesa tease me.

I wondered if anyone really liked me. I had known my mother had never, ever liked me. She only liked that I was beautiful; I could marry a rich man and provide her with money. Then I snorted again, remembering the vital fact: I was beautiful.

Shrugging, I upped and left the court. The security guard tried to stop me, so I gave him ten dollars. He smiled eagerly and let me past. Outside, the autumn wind whipped my face. I snuggled closer to my designer Pixton scarf. I sat on a small bench nearby, careful to make my old dress scrape the mud <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;} @font-face {font-family:Calibri; panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-unhide:no; mso-style-qformat:yes; mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoChpDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; mso-default-props:yes; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} .MsoPapDefault {mso-style-type:export-only; margin-bottom:10.0pt; line-height:115%;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> — it deserved to be wrecked for its quality.

I began to think, getting lost in my thoughts. I thought about my future; would I find a good-looking, rich man? Of course he couldn’t look better than me, but he had to be good-looking. I was wondering what kind of house we would have when I felt something soft on my leg. Looking down, I saw a small, raggedy dog. His (or her) fur was gray and shabby, he didn’t have a collar, and his paws were black and white patched. I scooped him up carefully; I didn’t want get fleas or whatever he might have. He licked my face and I shooed him away, dropping him onto the concrete. Whimpering, he sat by my leg. Sighing, I stroked him. He licked me again, and I laughed this time — it sort of tickled. Smiling, I picked him up again, just as Lesley Harrison, Vera’s and my other best friend, walked by.

“Hi, Rosalie!” Lesley smiled, seeing the puppy. She looked a little shaken at the sight of me with the dog.

“Hey, Lesley,” I said softly. I knew the whole town knew of my fight with Lesa, and Lesley was no different. But she was a poor girl; what did her opinion matter? I stroked the dog again as Lesley walked on past. She obviously didn’t want to talk.

I was pondering why a penniless girl like Lesley didn’t want to talk to glamorous me when the door to the court banged open. Out came my father and the two burly security guards — one of them being the one I bribed — carrying him by his arms. He was squirming like my brother used to when he needed his diaper changed.

“What’d he do?” I asked loudly, almost angrily. I was still mad at my father, but this irked me.

“He tried to run. And while he did that, he was screaming ‘You’ll never catch me alive, coppers!’” The guard stared at me, and my father exchanged glances with me and a guard, ashamed.

“We took him out to get a breath, and to calm down. He has to go back in, and argue some more to avoid six more months of charge for aggravated assault!” the other guard bellowed.

Inside I was screaming. My father may not have given me everything I wanted at a second’s whim, but he was my father! And, I needed him to give me my money.

Oh, wait. Why did I care? His money would still be there. His stocks would bring in money. Worse come to worse, Jax would have to take a job — Jax was thirteen, quite old enough to be a blacksmith’s apprentice. He didn’t need his looks — he had none. I stole the good looks — Jax just had ugly black curls. Now I was laughing to myself instead of screaming, thinking that maybe if Jax was lucky, he’d get a girl like Vera.

I watched almost completely unconcerned as the guards dragged my father in and as my father met my gaze, begging for help. I didn’t want to stand at the witness’s stand again.

It was then I noticed Lesley had watched the whole thing. She’d been standing there, watching my expression flicker from horror to self-satisfaction. She cleared her throat, then spoke.

Wow, Rosalie. You’re more of a dirt bag than I ever thought possible. Your father is in there, testifying for your cat-scrap with Lesa King, who I thought was more prissy than you, but she’s obviously far less, and he got jail-time, for you! For you, Rosalie. Now, trying to get away from that, you’re going to watch with that smug look. You’re a bitch, Rosalie. Go to hell.”

Lesley strutted away, and I was shocked, positive my mouth was hanging open in bewilderment. Lesley came from a religious family. They never, ever swore.

I humphed and snuggled closer to my scarf, and then I realized the puppy was cowering under the bench, tail between its legs. I summoned it with my hand. It still cowered. Then, I came to a bit more of realization.

It was not cowering from the cold. It was cowering from me.

Sighing, I sat up, and just stared into the street for a while. To my surprise, it started to snow. Hmm, I thought. It was only October 21st, a Monday.

The puppy came back and sat on my foot at some point. I petted the dog absentmindedly, wondering if I should smuggle it home. My mother would hate it, but I was the one going to pay for her old age when I married a rich man.

I slid deep into thought about Lesley’s fast-spoken, angry words, and the more I thought, the angrier I got. I was not a dirt bag. Had she seen her clothes this morning in the mirror? But it went deeper than calling me names. Was I really that bad?

A blonde ringlet fell into my face, and, blowing it away, I came back to my senses.

It didn’t matter. I was still beautiful.


Chapter End Notes:

Hey, cool! I just thought of a next chapter name you guys might get: I think it might be Chapter 7. It'll be called...

Wiping Up the Mess!

I think it will be about Rosalie starting to realize she's a brat, and trying to fix it.

But naturally, she will fail.

Anyway - hope you guys in enjoyed!!


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