Trapped?

Chapter 1

Guys, take a look!" "Rose found a journal!" screamed a man with raven hair, dressed in a red T-shirt and blue pants to his buddies. "Don't annoy Rose and Emma, Edmund. Also, DON'T EVEN TRY TO GET YOUR HANDS ON THAT JOURNAL! " Edmund was informed by a woman with dirty blonde hair who was dressed in a brown pullover and pants. "Why not Scarlet?" Edmund reasoned to the mystery woman with orange hair. "It's not like I'm going to destroy the journal Rose just discovered."

"Because it appears to be fragile and is frail, you will shatter it regardless," the woman, now known as Scarlet, Scarlet continued, "and Rose discovered it after 5 days of hard effort. Meanwhile, you've been here for several days and haven't discovered anything! " Rose heard the two squabbling as usual from her vantage point and, being the mature person she is, she decided to approach the two bickering duo, "Hey! Stop fighting, both of you! " Rose stated as she approached the pair.

Frightened by Rose's lethal fury, the two stared at each other and promptly stopped fighting. Hazel eyes, looking at her curly long dirty blond hair. Scarlet realized Rose didn't have the diary in her hands, so she inquired, "Rose," in a curious tone. Rose looks at Scarlet when she hears her name. "Where is the journal?" Scarlet asks, continuing her sentence. "

Scarlet understood Rose when she stated, "On the table with Emma monitoring so Carissa doesn't break it." "Where is your other sibling?" Edmund inquired. " Rose was perplexed by Edmund's statement. "Which of my siblings are asking about? "Jade, I need to talk to her about one of my hypotheses. It could tie to one of her theories," Edmund said.

"In her cabin, she's probably reading about battle plans,history, and theories," Rose said, her voice tinged with excitement. Edmund nodded and departed to visit Jade, his adored. There isn't anything formal yet. As soon as Edmund had departed, the two girls hurried to the table to get the journal and have a conversation with Emma about a woman's everyday challenges.

The three girls realized it was late and it was time to return to their various homes as soon as they completed rescuing the antique notebook. Rose made the decision to read the journal at home before they left. "Hey!" she said to her coworkers. "Before I depart, I have a quick question: may I take this home with me?" Rose inquired, pointing to the notebook.

Scarlet paused for a while before responding, "Of course!" Just tell me what you learn from the diary," she urged, and Rose grabbed the book and stowed it in her backpack. Rose then bid her goodbyes and returned to her modest home.
Rose arrived home and turned on the lights to prepare for the night and take a nap. In the meantime, she was having a hot bath, and our diary was gleaming like the sun. When Rose returned after her wonderful shower, dressed in matching bear-themed pajamas, the brightness faded quickly.

She sat down on her bed and took the journal from the top of the storage dresser, opening it to the first page. The title page is generally the opening page of a journal, and it may state anything like "propose" or "quote," as Rose's title page did. "The story of my Life," it stated, written in beautiful and precise handwriting.

This title piqued Rose's interest; was the journal's owner a royal ruler? If that's the case, what were their exploits? What did they want to achieve during their reign? Were they working on a global domain? She chose to keep reading while those thoughts flooded her mind. Who knows, maybe those questions flooded her mind as well. She glanced at the clock.

"It's 5:00 p.m., and this journal appears to have 180 pages," says Rose in her mind. "I don't want any time to be wasted, so begin reading Rose!" she reasoned as she looked at the clock. ". She read the journal after that.

Rose was going to read the last and last chapter of this journal as time passed, but she felt sleepy.

Rose grumbled, annoyed by her inability to accomplish her task on time. She stowed the notebook away in a safe place. After that, she slept soundly and peacefully, anticipating to finish the journal the next day.