Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer and Oh, the places you'll go! Belongs to Dr Seuss.
Oh, The Places You'll Go
Today is your day.
You're off to Great Places!
You're off and away!
Her suitcase was packed. Her coat was by the door.
Her ring was on the dressing table.
The note lay against the pillows although Rosalie rather felt that it was unnecessary.
Royce couldn't possibly have expected her to stay, but the note was hardly an emotional goodbye. It was more of a 'here's the ring, I've taken my share of the money, fuck you' kind of note.
With a glance out of the window, she saw that the taxi had arrived. She picked up her suitcase and walked out of the door, ready to leave Rochester for good.
As the streets flew past, as they drew closer to the airport, Rosalie felt the hatred, the bitterness, the despondency lifting from her chest like a hot air balloon.
It was time to fly away.
A/N: I don't know where this story is going yet but two things have inspired it.
I've gone through a rough time recently with my health.
I ordered a set of Dr Seuss books for my classroom.
The two combined have led to itchy fingers and the desire to write.