no more than this (Rosalie)

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[ROSALIE]

Typical nice day out and it was just an awesome time to get away from all of the randomness of the school and the little life this female had. Growing up the water nymph female learned about a lot of things about the real world, and its cruelty that it had to offer. This nymph was called Rosalie, one of the smarter females of her the school but always kept it a secret. She was today trying to find a new spot where the students wouldn’t look at her like she was foreign or something because she was actually doing homework or reading. She bit her lip as she walked through the forest almost hoping no one was following her like they loved to do. For some reason when she was found reading or doing homework students would think she would do their homework for them. Though, Rosalie always was trying to wiggle her way out of talking to them. She was naturally shy and reserved as she didn’t really like to be badgered for many things. Only people she would help out was her siblings and her best friend of course she couldn’t leave them out in the dark. She found herself nearing the pond the long black hair flowed in the sunlight. She was enjoying that the nice weather for once, she knew it would snow soon or at least when winter comes again.

Rosie found herself arriving at the pond seeing a boy there in the pond. He did look new, though as much as what she knew of this place every one was new to her. She bit her lip walking gracefully and quietly across the grass. She didn’t want to disturb the other student in what looked like a nap that he was doing. She sat close to the other side of the pond grabbing her books out trying to ignore him. It was to her dismay that she found the book from her childhood, the Iliad a story of hero’s and tragedy love all the key important to any good story. She opened the book, as the pages looked like they were about to fall out. This book was passed down from generation to generation in her family. Every water Nymph loved this story in her family and the crazy love she had always reminded her of home. She kept her eye on the boy confused by what he was doing in the water. She hadn’t seen anyone except for a few water students like herself get into the water and even then they were rare into the water when they were out here. She hung around the pond a lot lately, due to attempting to strengthen her control over water. Which always managed to blow up in her face, she always had an issue with making water move without it exploding on her.

She bit her lip trying not to say anything to him about swimming there but sadly could speak any words to him. Rosie kept looking up from her book as if she was more interested in what he was going then the book itself. She raised her hand a little moving a bit of water over to her, as she did it the water burst and droplets fell to the ground. She let out a little giggle but quickly hushed up hoping she didn’t cause any spot light on her. Rosalie went back to her book burring her head into it, in the key hoping he wouldn’t notice her at all. She bit her lip a little hoping that he wouldn’t notice her small pale body against the trees.

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WORDS! 650 TAGS! Rosalie.
NOTES! I love shy people

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[ROSALIE]

Rosalie decided for the nice day she could deal with the weather and how night it was. Just she really was curious about the boy in the pond. She enjoyed the sun though it reminded her of her first home where she was born, a place where she missed a lot. It was common for her to be near water just she really didn’t need it to survive like most water students she just had the control of it. Her blue eyes glanced from the book every few minutes to see where he was if he was still in the water at least. She bit her lip going back to the book and it was that moment where she was lost with the battle scene. She loved the book to death and always was involved in certain parts of it. She jumped a little at the next time she looked up to see the boy about a yard away from her. Rosie bit her lip attempting to keep calm and not looking at the boy. Her shyness always took over, usually she could overcome it if she approached them but this was different he was near her well a yard away but still she never had someone really approach her unless it was something they wanted. This boy didn’t seem like he wanted something yet at least.

Rosalie heard him start to speak as he was trying to make a conversation with her it felt like she couldn’t speak at all. She was put on the spot when he started speaking about enjoying the weather and also saying hi. She bit her lip as a nervous habit she had developed around humans when she went to their schools. “Um..” Was all Rosie could say at that moment trying to figure out what to really to say. “hello…” She said in a soft voice. She couldn’t really think of anything to say to the next thing. “um… it is isn’t it?” She threw back the question to him. She really couldn’t be social for her life depended on it just because of the simple fact she lack that part of her. She knew what the boy was doing he was trying to speak to her. In her mind though, she just never understand certain quality of most students had.

He spoke again, the soothing voice sort of made her blush a little. The red tint crawled across her face as she couldn’t help it. He introduced himself as Andre a c class student and a shape shifter. Rosalie didn’t know how to respond to that. “I…am… Rosalie… D class student… water nymph.” She spoke kind of a little shy to speak. She decided that she would put down her book, as she felt now that she was just being rude to them. Rosie examined the boy over figuring that he probably would be talking to her. Which, for her was unusual that someone would want to be social to her out of the day.

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[ROSALIE]

Rosalie was still unsure of the boy next to her, it was something of a defense mechanism that she had towards strangers and at this school. Along with the students at the school Rosie had issues with them as the simple fact most were pretty much scary creatures she never encountered before. She watched as the boy came closer to her, instead of moving away Rosalie stayed her ground in all fear and hope that nothing would change or he wouldn’t bit her. Of course, knowing this student she would fight if she had to. Previous school recorded for fighting was about every day of her life there. She bit her lip her blue eyes just set on him studying his every move. This boy was defiantly flirting, Rosie could tell by body language and how he spoke. Funny thing was boys like him would have been fended away by her older brother now that was left up to her make that decision if she was going to open up her little charming fiery attitude to him or not.

Rosie was shocked when the boy responded; minor words were ever spoken to her at the short time at this school. No one really spoke to her just because of the fact she was small and defenseless. He agreed with her on the weather which was a good thing she could kind of tell this boy was nice in a way. When he spoke about her name being beautiful the faint blush on her face went to a bright red. No one ever commented on her name. Of course that was the simple thing of it was she had an Italian name and well where she lived people were used to names like that. “Thank you… you have a nice name to…” She said quietly not sure how to word that she liked his name. His name reminded her of France a place she always dreamed of going to. Rosie looked at Andre’s face and seen a blush across his cheeks as well, at that moment she let out a little giggle knowing it was stupid but she felt like she wasn’t alone and attempting small talk. She was glad he was at a somewhat of a distance from her, even though he was still close she couldn’t imagine being too close to someone that she just met.

Rosalie heard him chuckle and her head moved to the side looking at him oddly. Then Andre spoke again about it being alright, of course she didn’t quit understand what was alright. It was when he spoke again about no biting and not having to be shy. She figured she could kind of trust him, though for Rosie she’d still be a little bit on the defensive side when she opened up. “Alright… As long as you don’t bit I won’t.” She said with a little laugh. It was the truth she didn’t bit unless provoked. Even then when provoked she would come out swinging versus biting her opponent. Andre explained he flirted with girls in general made sense coming from him. “Ah well that I guess makes sense… I think.” She said starting to open up to him slowly. Rosie still kept her shell of the shyness around her personality. She didn’t want to have a bad ending at the beginning of what could be a good friendship.