This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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"Took you long enough, Rosalie." Gemma growled as Rose came into view.
"I'm sorry, my car broke down. I came with Elvis though." Rose winked as she walked with Bobby. Gemma was still unamused.
"Whatever. If this your outfit Bobby?" Gemma asked as Rose went behind the stand to organize everything with Luann. "Rosalie! What time is your practice?"
Rose cursed under her breath, forgetting she was performing with one of her friends.
"Uh..." Rose looked at her phone. "Thirty minutes. I need to go get ready." Rose frowned and gave apologetic look before Gemma waved her off.
"Go get ready." Gemma sighed as Rose grabbed her outfit and ran towards the bathrooms. Rose changed into jazz shorts and a red crop top. She stuff her clothes in her purse, as well as her shoes before doing some of her make up.
She knew Gemma would get onto her about not wearing any shoes, but she was dancing soon anyways. Rose ran out of the bathroom and towards Gemma's stand, before tossing her bag by Luann.
"Where are your shoes?!" Gemma yelled as Rose ran to the stage.
Rose saw one of her teammates Isabelle, already stretching on the stage.
"Sorry I'm late," Rose panted as she slid into a straddle to stretch.
"You're fine, were on in five." Isabelle laughed. Rose nodded as she leaned over each of her sides, before going into her splits.
Soon enough, Viva La Vida By Coldplay started to play and Rose and Isabelle were off. Gemma watched quietly, feeling sad knowing this might be the last year Rose danced at her fundraiser.
Rose didn't know her plans after high school. Maybe she'd leave Charming, maybe she'd stay. As of right now, she didn't have any intentions on leaving Charming. Especially not right now.
Rose ended in her middle splits, and recovered a couple seconds after the song ended.
"Ready for tonight?" Rose panted.
"Yeah, let's run the dance a few more times though." Isabelle said as Rose shrugged and just nodded along.
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Rose had her make up sprawled out over the sink, and was waiting for her curling iron to heat up.
"Hey! Kid!" Clay yelled through the door. Rose frowned but chuckled as she ran out of the bathroom.
"What?" Rose chuckled.
"Your mom wants some shoes on ya." Clay shrugged before handing her a pair of flip flops. "Wear them the next time you see her so she doesn't throw a fit, please."
