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Chapter 2

I stare in discomfort out the window as an angry Pomeranian stares at me from the lap of Mrs. Marshall in the passenger seat. Mr. Marshall seems to detect my feelings about the dogs demon like stares.. "Bridget, please hold down that dog, our new daughter is uncomfortable with it staring at her." She made a face at him and sighed as she petted it and pointed it's head in the direction of her window. I had a feeling I was going to like having Mr. Marshall as a father. Not so sure about Mrs. Marshall as a mother or even an acquaintance. Mr. Marshall looked back in his rear view mirror at me and smiled.

The car pulled up to an iron fence with a security camera and a speaker box. A British mans voice spoke from the box. "Yes?" it asked. "Hello Bernsly, it's just us, we brought her home!" His face seemed to glow as he said this. "AS you wish sir." it said as the gate opened. We passed there garden area that was filled with beautiful flowers and those shrubs cut to look like animals and stuff, a stone walk way with a fountain in the middle. It looked as if cut from those movies about kings and queens. I pressed my hand up against the window, just to feel closer to the beauty of it.

"Hey, Rosa" Mrs. Marshall snapped.

"It's Rose!" I answered back.

"Whatever," she snapped again," Paws off the windows!" Her dog started barking in a frenzy. Mr. Marshall stopped the car, and glared at the dog. It whimpered and sank down in Mrs. Marshall lap.

"just let it go, she's probably never seen a garden before," He paused and his voice softened as he smiled back at me, " Besides the maid can clean it ." I smiled up at him.

We pulled up into the circular driveway. Mrs. Marshall was the first to get out, she seemed to run with such sadness and anger in her fancy heals. Mr. Marshall got out next and opened my door for me like a chauffeur tending to his celebrity. I smiled as I got out of the car. He shut the door and opened the trunk of the car and pulled out my small luggage case.

We walk together toward the French doors and archways. The inside of the house about takes my breath away from my 14 year old lungs. The carpet is a warm red with white leather chairs and a black and white table. There is a wardrobe looking thing sitting in the far end of the room by the fire place. Mr. Marshall walked me up the spiral staircase to the guest bedroom.

"This is were you'll be sleeping for the time being, while the decorators are finishing your room." he assured me. Then he handed me a cell phone. "This is for you, I put Bridget and mines cell, work and home phone in it."

I held the lime green, thin cell phone in my hand and frowned. Then looked up at Mr. Marshall. "Mr. Marshall, sir, I don't know how to use this though." I said pitifully.

"Ahh, yes I forgot that you might not know how. Here I'll teach you," He sat beside me on the quest bed and held it in the middle of us. " By the way, you don't have to call me Mr. Marshall you know, you call me Simon , or Dad if you prefer." after about three hours of his teachings, I finally figured out every part of my phone. Then we plugged this cord into the wall and stuck one end into the phone. We were charging the battery. He walked down the stairs and left for work with Bridget. I stared out the window and waved to my new……can't believe I can say this…….parents! I happily waved to them. Then hot summer sun hit my cheeks and warmed them to the touch. I waited and waited for someone to come along and yell "Wake up Rose!" as if I had fell asleep during a lecture, but it never happened.