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Little Rose

I couldn't really sleep last night... Again. I never can, actually. I just lie there, eyes wide open, mouth shut, just laying down... Looking up at my ceiling. In all honesty, it wasn't even dark in my room. The full moon's light kept peeking through my window as each cloud got away from it. Who knew it could be so bright at 3AM? Usually, during these nights, I just get up and do something. I still have four more hours to go until I have to get up and get ready for school... Oh right. School.

"Ugh," I groaned softly as I rolled my eyes towards my window. I'm not really a fan of school. Hate being there. Don't learn much. But the only reason I go is because of my mom.

I start to think about her as I run my right hand over my rose tattoo that was inked on my left. She is probably snoring softly in the room down the hall, clutching onto her pillow for dear life. She's also probably tossing and turning herself in her sleep; as she usually does.

I decide to lay on my bed until 4AM. Just as the clock hit the four, I rolled myself out of my cocoon of blankets and get out of bed. There wasn't much to do, so I just went into my drawers and pulled out my sketchbook. I flipped through some of the pages and you could tell that these were not normal drawings. Drawings such as a girl with a cracked face, a porcelain doll crying, a mom tree with her baby tree, two skeletons kissing, rain falling and stabbing people in the back and shoulders, dragons on fire... All very "unusual"; according to my mom and teachers. It is quite different how I draw rather than others. Most just do copies of objects and/or designs. Me, on the other hand, my drawings are not quite... Normal.

After about two minutes of flipping through pages, I finally found a blank page. I moved my metal lamp and bent it over so it's light can illuminate itself in my direction. I grabbed my phone and plugged in my earbuds, getting ready to draw for a while. Music was blasting so loud, nothing was heard over the noise that rang in my ears...

I did this for about two hours. Soon after, I just became restless so I got ready for school that would start in just a few hours. I tied my hair in a messy bun using my pencil, threw on some cotton black sweatpants, a white tank top, my black Converses, and tied my black sweater around my waist. There wasn't much to do so I decided to leave a little early. I stuffed my sketchbook in my NorthFace book bag and slowly tip-toed down the hall. As I walked into my kitchen, you could see from my third floor balcony, that the sun was rising up.

One of the perks of living in a five-floor building in California, is watching the sun rising and fall day to day. I grabbed a roll of soft bread and manuvered myself around the island to my refrigerator. After taking a minute to butter up my toast, I left; deciding to leave my worried mother a note.

Hey, mom. Decided to leave a little early. No big deal. Probably just going to walk around before school starts. Love you.

-Dani

I made sure to leave on the counter, next to her stack of mail, where I know she'd find it. I didn't really want to be home anymore than I had to, so after I placed the note away, I quickly sped out of my apartment.

Holding the piece of bread in hand, I ran down the six flights of stairs and began to walk out into the street. Barely no one was up, only an occasional elder woman or man. Mornings and nights were my favorite time of the day. I could be myself without having to deal with the judge mental looks and comments. I could be me.

Even with my marks.

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Hey, thanks for reading my first chapter! Just wanted to give a shoutout to my best friend Aya, for inspiring me to write this story, based on all of her previous ones. Thanks for all your support girl, and love you (obviously). 

And thanks to all my readers and fans. I really appreciate all your support and love. Hope to update this one a lot and VERY SOON!!!

-Lynnie