Rose Gold (sequel)

O N E - bad behaviour

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Rose
My alarm blares loudly in my ear, causing me to groan and roll over on my stomach in annoyance. This whole 'school' thing is really getting old. After a few more rings, I give up, realizing that Dad will drag me out of bed if I don't get up now. Believe me, it's happened before.

Walking over to my dresser, I pull out a pair of black ripped jeans and a Green Day band tee. After changing into my clothes, I pull my burgundy bomber jacket off the hook on my door and slip it on along with a pair of black vans.

Quickly running to my bathroom, I examine myself in the mirror, letting my wavy blonde hair loose and brushing it out. I then apply winged eyeliner and a small amount of mascara before proceeding to brush my teeth. Grabbing my phone off of my nightstand, I then sling my grey jansport backpack over one shoulder before racing down the stairs, the rancid smell of bacon hitting my nose.

"Morning Dad."

"Morning Rosy Cheeks! Want some bacon?"

I stop dead in my tracks and snort at the nickname. "Please, don't ever call me that again and...I'm vegetarian. You know that."

"Oh shit. Sorry sweetheart, my mind completely blanked."

"It's fine, I'll just have a muffin." I say as I retrieve one from a saran-wrap covered plate on the counter and take a bite.

"Do you need a ride?"

"No, I can make it to the bus just fine. But thanks Dad!" I smile with one foot out the front door.

"Okay, bye honー"

I don't give him a chance to finish before I slam the front door. Oops.

I stare down at my phone, realizing the time and how late I will be if I don't book it down the street to the bus-stop ASAP. I run, further and further, my feet slapping the concrete until the bright yellow vehicle comes into view.

crap. Better run faster unless I feel like walking to school in this weather.

I look up at the sky, thick grey clouds begin to mould into each other, devouring the sun. I always ask myself; does the sun want to hide? I ponder the same wonderings of my Mother; Did she want to hide? And if so, does she wish to stay hidden? I have so many questions, but my Father is unwilling to answer any of them.

I get drawn out of my thoughts when my best friend Jameson starts hollering my name out the bus window. I shake my head at him disapprovingly, running up the bus steps and down the aisle to the back seat where he's sitting.

"Hey Ro."

"Looks like we're on the highway to Hell, Jamie." I joke, receiving a delayed chuckle in return.

I look out the window, sticking my earbuds in and listening to music for the rest of the ride.

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"Rosanna! Would you like to share your thoughts with the rest of the class?" Miss. Gad annoyingly shrieks.

I hum quietly. "You know, I would but I wouldn't wanna hurt your feelings."