Prologue Rose sat in the illuminated hall, elaborately dressed teenagers stood in merging groups. Each had a spiked plastic cup stuck to their hand, brought slowly up to youthful lips regularly. She crosses her legs and slouched in her boyish position. She was the only girl wearing skinny jeans; despite the constant nagging and frustration from her biased mother. I leant on the girl next to me whom was extremely intoxicated in the early hours of our school party. Numerous people had greeted me and said their meaningless goodbyes. "Wishin' ya thu vurry boost, Cry..." The girl slurred. Attractive. I sighed and let my eyes take a panoramic view of the party. That's when I saw Rose. In her striped jeans, hunched over with her long brown hair tied in an effortless bun. I'd thought she looked so photogenic at the point, as if I could have painted the whole scene with her as the centre and you would have known she was the coolest person in the room. That is how I met Rose Eleanor.
Chapter 1 Now that I look back on my first day of boarding school I realise my complete and utter oblivious idiocy because there were so many subtle hints that I really never picked up on. My life began it's delirious fiasco and I didn't even notice. I stepped into the threshold of my pristine, white room. I liked it; two single beds, white walls white sheets, white carpet, big open window, wardrobe, chest of drawers, two book shelves and plenty of space. My roommate was sitting on the window sill at the time. His hair was short and fell in a naturally messy way, he was tall and lean and I already liked him. He turned and the first thing that hit me were his bright green eyes. He smiled broadly, "Hey! I'm Quentin." he was so full of life, you couldn't help but like him. Quentin and I spent the day in our rooms discussing our lives, it was fun. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had fun. It felt good.