"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

Rose & Alex Backstory.

Hello! Welcome, to the paper I wrote for English.
A backstory of how Rose and Alex met, enjoy the lesbians.

THE TRIAL OF LOVE

I stare down at the recently graded test paper in front of me as I sit at my desk, the overly lit lights in my science 12 classroom shining down on my chestnut tinted skin like a beacon.
"What'd you get, Rose?" Liza Jones, the blonde, light, and overly nosy girl I happen to sit next to, peers over at the sheet in front of me. I turn my head over to her.
"32... Out of 50." I mumble with a barely audible volume. Liza makes a face as if she pities me and seethes her teeth. "What about you?" I feel obligated to ask, although the last thing I need was her to gloat on me.
"49." She holds back a smile, filled with pride but feigning on a face of sympathy. I nod slowly and look back down at the table.
I can already picture the look on my mom's face when she eventually digs the paper out of my bag. The way her lips will curl down, smudging the modest red lipstick she always wears. I'll feel insignificant and small underneath her displeased gaze.
The bell for the end of the day rings and I push past a herd of tired and relieved kids to get outside the classroom to the nearest trash can. I've stood over this trash can more times than I can count. A less than perfect graded paper in my fingers, hovering over the can as I contemplated crumbling it up and tossing it to just forget.
College applications need to be in by January, that leaves me only a month to write and hand mine in. Any later and I won't get accepted, and my life will be over before it even starts.
How am I supposed to get accepted into medical school if I can't ace a simple science test?
I take a deep breath and slide the paper back into my bag, zipping it up and throwing it over my shoulder as I leave the school and begin my walk home.
I live in a small town in Essex. Dedham it's called. Everything is just a short walk away, but this time of year, rain practically freezes you solid by the time you're home.
My name is Rosline Belles (although since I can remember all anybody had called me was Rose), and I am going to become a respected surgeon even if it kills me. I've got my next 50 years planned out: I graduate high school, class of 2009 this June, go to medical school, complete my degree, meet a successful, but modest man and have two children by the time I'm 35. Nothing can stray from this plan, everything has to stay perfect.

"How was school, chiquita?" Mom beams I step through the front doors, kicking the late November snow off my boots.
"Fine, mama." I take my now clean boots off and place them on the shoe rack, running a hand through my long reddish-brown hair. I look over at mom as she's in the middle of prepping dinner. She's still in her work clothes, the red lipstick there just as I imagined.
"Any tests today?" She asks, I stay silent for a moment, pretending I don't hear her. "Rose," She sighs knowingly, "Come on now, let me see."
I unzip my bag and hand her the wrinkled paper, looking down at the floor so I don't have to see her expression.
"Oh goodness..." Is the first thing she says, "What happened, baby? Did you not study?" Is the next.
"I did, mama. All night, you saw. My books are still on the coffee table." I gesture to the living room on the other side of the back kitchen wall.
"You must not be remembering well." She tosses the paper down onto the counter. "What are we gonna do?" She leans her head in her hand with stress.
"It's not an important test... I swear on my life, half the class failed."
I'm not lying, I don't think. Surely nobody else did well, surely Liza was the only one who did better than me, right?
"Every test is important, Rosline. I guarantee no school will want you if this slacking keeps up." She leans a hand against the counter, shaking her head back and forth as she turns her body back to the stove, even though she knows I won't leave on that note.
"Maybe I can repeat it." I lift my head, following her with my eyes as she moves around the kitchen. "I can talk to the teacher, I've got the highest grades of all his classes, I'm sure he'll let me try again." I continue to talk, rambling what comes off my brain. "Or if not, I'll talk to the office–" I begin, but get interrupted as mom walks over to me, causing me to look up at her as she towers over me.
"Rose, this is still our dream, right?" She tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, I nod. "You'll be so happy, I know you will. But you can't get that if you don't try." She fixes the collar on my shirt, next my blazer and tie.
I open my mouth to say something, but no words seem to come out.
"You've gotta put your mind to it, okay? Don't accept mediocre effort." She places her hand on my chin, running her thumb along my cheek in a motion that always used to calm me as a kid.
"Okay, mama..."