1 Chapter 1: The Meeting

Third Person P.O.V

A muffled alarm sounds as a blonde-haired sixteen-year-old girl quickly turns it off with a groan. She is in a loose t-shirt and a pair of stained underwear as she turns around onto her back, groaning once more. As usual her visions of the fatal car crash that made her an orphan wished her a good morning followed by the memories of her first abusive foster home. With a grunt of pain, she gets up to get ready and change into the second pairs of clothing that she has. This girl's name is Rose Abigail Stevens, she is sickly thin as the last two families barely fed her.

Rose's P.O.V

I groan for the perhaps the hundredth time as I started hearing the thumps of these shitty foster parents calling me to my daily beating. I wish I could choose where I went instead of being tossed around from place to place. Some of the places were so bad that I couldn't even describe the things that happened without crying at the memories. Only one of the five foster families didn't hurt me in any way, they were kind and wanted to respect my decision to stay in my hometown. The next one wasn't so kind; they had slapped my face and we moved to New York with them dropping me in the nearest group home to be welcomed by mentally abusive and sexually abusive foster parents.

I sighed as a louder thump sound from downstairs as I finished getting on my only pair of jeans then headed down to see what they were yelling about. At least they give me the privacy to get ready for the day

"Why didn't you come down when we first called you," Mr. William yelled at me as he punched me in the jaw before my foot hit the ground floor. This is a new record, the first attack before my foot hit the floor of the living room.

"Maybe because you probably didn't want me coming downstairs completely naked," I replied sarcastically. Curse my sarcasm and lack of filter because before I knew it, I was on my knees with a sharp pain in the right one.

"Okay,��� Mr. William grumbled, "I guess you should set an earlier alarm," he suggested once more; adding to the list of times that he and his wife had already suggested. "By the way," he began kneeling to my level and raising my head with one of his nasty fingers. "Did you use up all of the milk last night without telling us?"

"Yes," I replied almost instantly as I remember making them dinner that took all of the milk that was left

I didn't have time to explain because the next thing I knew I was curling into a ball as Mr. William started kicking me in the stomach with every word he yelled. "Young lady, you do not use the rest of the milk without telling us," after he finished he absentmindedly tossed some cash in my direction. "Go get some mile for our breakfast; you aren't getting any today."

"Yes sir," I answered quickly, grabbing the cash once it landed and speeding out of the door once I slid my shoes on and grabbed my poor excuse for a phone. As I walked to the store, I was imagining what my friends would have done in this case. I have already run from a house before and that didn't help as much as I would've hoped it would. I was just tossed right into another abusive home with it being even more abusive than the last. "I didn't get any of the dinner that I made last night," I mumbled to myself with a small scoff. "By using the rest of the milk during that without telling you why should I deserve breakfast today?"

Before I knew it, I was purchasing another gallon of milk and started to think that Mr. William was right. As I was purchasing the milk, I tried my best to hide the bruise that was forming on my jaw; I hadn't had the time to cover it up with makeup so it was very noticeable. "What happened to you, young lady," the woman at the register asked me and I forced a smile

"Oh," I began thinking up a lie on the fly, "I just tripped over something and my face was rammed into a pole or something. I don't remember all of the details because it happened so fast," I explained as she scanned the milk. I didn't like lying but I didn't know what else to do since she'd probably call CSB and I'd be put into yet another foster home.

On my way back to the house I started thinking about how Mr. William was right; that is until I ran into someone, almost dropping the milk. "I am so sorry ma'am," I began getting a glimpse of the dress and flats that the person was wearing. "I was just heading back to my house, I'm sorry I bumped into you," I finished apologizing once more

I got the feeling of comfort with this woman when she began to speak, "You're perfectly fine kid," she began. "You didn't do anything wrong; my name is Renée, what's yours?"

I was stunned to the point that I was barely able to answer, "You're Renée, as in Renée Elise Goldsberry," I asked dumbfounded. "My apologies, my name is Rose Stevens," I added

Renée blushed before she nodded, "That's me," she answered, "it's a pleasure to meet you," my model, from Rent to Hamilton, said. "What happened to your face," she asked me, looking at my face, more specifically, my jaw.

I forced a chuckle, "It's nothing, I'm just a clutz who tripped over something and landed on her face," I lied. Why did I have to lie to someone as amazing as her, she is amazing?

She looked a little disappointed when I said this, it seemed like she was assured that it was an accident. She's one of the few people to look like that with the number of times I told that lie, "Okay, be careful then," she said before moving to leave. "I hope to see you around Rose," she added

"Wait," I said as she froze, "Can I have a picture with you before we leave? You know," I paused, "in case we don't see each other again."

Renée chuckled, "Of course you can my dear," she replied as I took out my phone and we took a selfie. After she took one herself, she turned to leave, "have a good day," she said waving as she headed back to either her glorious home or the theater. I sighed in content, this day would be just fine, I started thinking until I realized that I wasn't heading back to a glorious home. I was heading back to one of the most abusive homes that a person could stay in, never to see my model again.

Or so I thought

This is the story about how I saw Renée, met the cast of Hamilton, and got adopted all in that same week. This is also about what happened afterward.

So please, kick back, relax, grab a snack, and enjoy reading about my sorrows, happiness, and adventures.