Kitsune (my original novel)

Chapter Two

Rose awoke the next morning pinned against Zara's bedroom wall with a knee digging into her back. Which was funny because she distinctly remembered having plenty of room when she went to sleep in Zara's bed the night before. She groaned and flailed around until she was able to finally get Zara to move so she could shimmy out of the painful position. She glared over at the innocently sleeping form of Zara. She had somehow tangled herself up in all of the blankets and contorted in the strangest position Rose had ever seen. Rose tried to climb over the tangled mass to get out of bed, but right when she put her first leg out of the bed Zara rolled over. Rose lost her already precarious balance and tumbled right on top of a pile of clothes on the floor. 

"Zara!" Rose shouted. Zara sleepily groaned and rolled over to where she heard her voice being called. She slowly opened her eyes and searched around the room for the source of the noise until her search at last fell upon Rose. 

"Why are you sleeping on the floor? My bed is a queen size, dude, it has plenty of room for both of us," Zara giggled.  

"Not the way you sleep," Rose answered, "I'm lucky I made it out of there alive." 

"Don't be so dramatic," Zara said with a smirk, "You know the hazards of sleeping over at my house." 

"Yea, and also there's a weird smell coming from down here and it better not be theses clothes." 

"I actually don't remember if that is the clean or dirty pile," Zara stated with sincerity.  

"Ugh, ew," Rose made a disgusted face as she quickly vacated the clothes pile and searched around for a clean space to sit. That was a harder task than one might imagine. Zara's room looked like an earth quake had just rocked her house. There were piles of clothes littering every square piece of hardwood floor in the room. Her desk was covered in papers and stacks of books while candy wrappers and candles adorned the top of her dresser. Rose even thought she saw the tail of a rat disappear behind the bed when she jumped up off of the ground. Rose shuddered, "Your room might be more dirty than a junk yard and that is the most impossible thing I could think up in my mind." 

"Oh come on! It's not that bad," Zara exclaimed. 

"If your room was any worse I would seriously write to the show Hoarders and have them come clean it up, that's how bad it is," Rose exaggerated. In contrast, Rose's room looked like a freshly cleaned hotel room. Everything was neatly placed where she thought it looked the best and if anything fell on the floor or dust collected anywhere she would be on it like white on rice. Zara got up out of bed and stretched, towering over Rose as she did so. Zara was one of the tallest girls in school and her body was that of a finely tuned athlete. "Can you not flaunt your goddess body at me right now, I'm already upset at the state of your room. I don't need a self esteem dropper too." Rose had found a safe place to sit on, the chair next to Zara's horribly disorganized desk. 

"Rose, you aren't even remotely close to being fat so I don't know why my perfectly tanned and chiseled body would upset you," Zara said as she swept her hand over her body like a game show hostess showing a contestant a prize they could win. Zara was right, Rose was not even close to being chubby. In fact, the last time she went to the doctor they said she should actually gain some weight.  

"Just because I'm not fat doesn't mean I still don't wish I looked like you," Rose said crossing her arms over her chest. She jutted out her bottom lip. 

"Do you want to come on my morning run with me?" Zara offered. 

Rose scrunched up her face in disgust, "No thanks. I would only do that if there happened to be a zombie outbreak and I had to run for my life." 

"And you would die because you don't practice with me everyday," Zara shot back with a giggle as she rummaged through a pile of clothes looking for her work out outfit.