THE RUSSIAN'S OBSESSION

Chapter 1 (Pleasant news) Rosalie's POV I press the last bit of toothpaste into my old toothbrush, with milky white liquid dropping down the tap (dirty water) I let my toothbrush get wet before shoving it into my mouth and scrubbing my teeth. I'm done brushing my teeth in the next five minutes, I pull of my pajamas and climb into the bathtub, turning on the shower, I allow the hot milky water to pour over my body, with my sponge and soap, I scrub away every bead of sweat and dirt in my hair and skin, I might be able to cope living in a dirty environment, but walking with a dirty body is a huge 'NO' for me. Once I'm done bathing, I head back into my room and apply my lotion, managing it so it doesn't finish before mom has enough money to get me a new one, I sit on top my bed, staring at the box in which my clothes are kept, if there's one thing I despise, it's looking for an outfit to put on. I'm not a very fashionable person, so spending minutes looking for an outfit only to end up looking like a clown is a huge waste of time and energy. Having no other option, I put on my pajamas, being a purple short with small white teddy bears and flowers drawn on it, and a loose have vest with the same design, and head downstairs, knowing mom is already making breakfast. As I descend from the stairs, I smell a mouthwatering aroma from the kitchen, no one needed to tell me, mom had prepared her favorite breakfast; fischbrötchen (a German dish made of fish sandwich, often served with lettuce and tartar sauce) It is mom's favorite, and mine too. I increase my pace as a approach the dinning, salivating as I watch mom dish our food, she knows I'm behind her, watching her serve our food. 'I love food..a lot' "Good morning sleepyhead" She says with her back still facing me, sarcasm lace in her voice. 's**t! I had forgot to greet her again' "Good morning mom, how was your night rest" "It was lovely Liebling (Darling in German) I slept very well, and how did you sleep?" Mom asks me, adding more sauce and less lettuce to mine since that's how I like it. "My night wasn't long enough mama" I reply, I'm not a morning person, I would do anything to remain in bed till 10:30am. "I'm not surprised, even if you wake up by evening, your night still won't be long enough" Mom says with a laugh, she turns, facing me, and drops my food in front of me, that's when she notice I'm still in my pajamas, her face scrunch up in disgust. "Fräulein! (Young lady!) Why are you still in your pajamas, don't tell me you came downstairs without having a shower?" Mom questions, placing both hands on her waist, glaring at me. "Chill mama, I had a shower okay,. I just didn't wear new set of clothes" "Why?" I stare at my food, it's starting to get cold, I hate cold food, but mom hates you eating when she's questioning you. s**t. "Because, I'm not going out and I'm not visiting anyone,so why start bothering about clothes to wear when I can just stay in my pj's till I need to go outside" That's how I've always been, I'll shower, smell nice, and wear my pj's till mom sends me on an errand, one that I have to go outside. Mom doesn't like it though, "Fräulein (young lady) we've gone through before, you need to stop this habit, you're no longer a kid, looking for clothes shouldn't even be a topic of discussion" "Well, you're the one who wants to discuss it" "Stop being lazy Rosalie, go look for new clothes else you won't have breakfast" "What! No! Mom..my fischbrötchen is already getting cold, it'll freeze before I'm done" I complain, pouting my lips. Mom sighs and takes her sit, she starts eating and I take that as my chance, I dig into my meal, enjoying it while it's still warm. Mom looks at me and rolls her eyes. "What? It's not everyday you get to eat a very delicious meal prepared by the best cook in the world" mom blush at my compliment, she swallows her food before speaking "Maybe if you woke up earlier and put even a tiny effort, you'd be a good cook by now" Now it's me who's rolling my eyes, mom chuckles and continue "What? It's not everyday you get to see a nineteen-year-old lady who can't cook her traditional dishes" "Haha. Very funny" I state deadpan, mom's using my humor on 'me' She's laughing as she empties her plate, then walks over to the counter to refill her glass, I carry my empty plate and tidy the table, then drop in the dishes into the sink and begin to wash them. "I'm going to trim the garden flowers" Mom announces and leaves, wearing her apron and hat. I'm doing the dishes when I hear a sound from my phone on the dining table, it's not a call, it's more like a notification or message, I don't bother to check it knowing I'm not a social person so the message won't be important. I focus on the dishes and when I'm done, I dry my hands with the towel, grab my phone and trail back up to my bedroom. I fall on top my bed, heaving a sigh, my muscles relax and my mind goes back to the notification sent earlier. I grab my ear pods from my drawer and connect it to my phone, then I turn on my music before deciding to check the message. The message was sent to my Email. "Who the hell sends message through Email?" I mutter, clicking to view the message. Fancy calligraphy along with unique signatures flash across my eyes, I'll recognize that writing anywhere. It's an Email from Calonia College, Russia. I start to read eagerly, my eyes skipping lines till I get to the end. “Dear Miss Rosalie, it's with great pleasure that we grant you a scholarship access into Calonia College”