Once upon a rose

room living *bored

3rd person pov

"Ugh!" Rose groaned as she flopped onto her bed, laying there for a good 10 minutes before sitting up with an air of 'pep talk time me so get ready cause it's comin for you at top speed!' "Rossana Lilly Berry  what would you say if you saw yourself in this state?" Rose made a little man out of her hand, and giving the hand puppet a squeaky little voice she said, "I'd tell you to buck up and to never give up." "why thank you, I think I shall. Now what do I do first hmmm why not we... whittle something that'll keep us entertained won't it mister handy?" Rose made her hand nod in agreement, "Well let's get to it!"

I'll just explain the order of how things happened:

first rose got the knife she always kept under her pillow (to scare the tooth fairies away nasty little things they are), whittled at a stick she also happened to have in her room just because, found that her knife was dull, shoved it back under her pillow making a mental note to sharpen it later along with the metal skewer she'd been sharpening pretty consistently for two years and was now sharp enough to probably kill someone if you aimed for the major arteries and organs, if you didn't stab yourself with it's dangerously sharp ends (yup Rose sharpened both ends wow real smart of her mhm totally won't bring this up again haha noooo why would I do that? :)  

WELCOME TO ROSE THINKIE TIME WHERE YOU GET A LOOK INTO ROSES INNERMOST THOUGHTS!!! 

'bored, bored, bored. cold feet. bored, bored, bored.'  

WOW THAT WAS SORT OF BORING NOW BACK TO THE LIKE ACTUAL STORY

Rose was just figuring out how to make these paper cranes with apology notes attached to them fly to her friends in the village to let them know why she hadn't been round and wouldn't be round any time soon when the door  opened with a flourish and a loud "Here ye here ye!" and there with his famous ostrich plumed hat was standing Jeffery the most annoyingly hard pretend not to hear person on earth. 

"Your Father, the king, his royal highness," he trilled the R in his Jeffery sort of way, "has sent me to tell you that you have been released from your room sentence-"

"I am out of here!!" Rose yelled, dashing for the door, papercranes forgotten.

Unfortunately for her, Jeffery wasn't done speaking yet, and was holding the door shut fo good measur until he finished his lengthy speech. "I come bearing tidings of a masquerade to be held on your birthday, on which you shall pick a husband and be married the following week. I have been told to request that you make your way to the head seemstress's to have measurements for both a ball gown for the party, and your wedding dress."

Drats....

Totel words: 500 (how did we manage to do that exactly?!) 

No, this story is not dead. Yes, I will be updating it again soon.