Rose woke suddenly, her hair messily clinging to her face from a midnight drool as she slowly lifted her body upwards. She had just had a terrible dream where there was not any math, or numbers, or anything. It was the worst nightmare she had ever had, and she was terrified that it might come true because it felt so real. The dream was like her life, but all messed up and twisted and twirled to a sad, sad place. The black digital alarm clock that was awkwardly set on a short, wooden bedside table blared and had six fifteen glowing on the dark screen. She smacked the top of the alarm clock that was a button that read snooze in desperate hope of getting more sleep. Wearily, she squinted her eyes from the streak of sun that sneaked through her closed, purple curtains and tried to read the light alarm clock.
"Oh no!" Rose whispered before spinning out of her otherwise nicely made bed that had pink stars and a brown background surrounding them with four plump, micro fiber pillows with a similar pattern on them and knocked her alarm clock off of the small wooden table.
She quickly pulled her frog themed pajamas off of her bony figure. Rose was a short, small framed, beach blond girl, with deep-sea blue eyes, and a "half normal" seventeen year old girl.
Rose quickly stretched her clothes over her body. She wore a light pink shirt with Aeropostle down the side of it and some dark faded jeans with white knees and a light white in the back that she had told the maids to set out for the morning. Lastly, she put on some rainbow socks. Next, a maid took her pink with black polka dots brush and combed her hair into a high pony tail and put a bright orange pony tail to hold it. After that, the maid handed Rose some silver earrings, and she pushed some large hoop earrings into her ears. Soon, she was into the red hallway and down the blue carpeted stairs into a large window-like elevator that had a tall green uniformed man to run it that would press the buttons and a garden painting all around. Rose could either dash down the long stairs or ride down the elevator, and personally, she would rather keep her makeup fresh than become all sweaty running down the stairs. After three short minutes, Rose was in her stylish modern kitchen with new appliances all around, and different color polka dots painted on the walls with a gorgeous chandelier atop the high ceiling. The room was very spacious with a table that had three chairs gathered around it, and an island, granite-topped table connected to the side of the east wall. Another maid was there that had cooked some thin, delicious, steamy oatmeal and many other items down the line of a row of tables for a buffet, but as usual, Rose just stuffed some oatmeal in a bowl from the stack, grabbed a spoon, put some cinnamon on top of it, and shoved it down her throat and let out a polite burp.
"Excuse me!" she squealed.
"Yes, excuse you!" expressed the maid, "You know better!"
She grabbed her light blue Aeropostle shoulder bag that had a worn look to it from yet another maid, and was headed out one of the large, four, bronze colored doors that the door man who wore a nice, light blue suit, and a white hanker chief, held open.
"Ring! Ring!" the silver phone on the counter in the west corner rang loudly.
"I will get it!" the breakfast maid wearing a usual "maid costume" with a white apron called.
"Hello?" Rose answered the phone.
"Hi, this is the Kale Meyer campaign. Kale Meyer did not abandon his place in Congress like John Comer did in two thousand and one..." the telephone sang.
Rose rolled her eyes, and walked away from the phone, leaving it dangle, and the maid hung it up.
"I am so tired of these stupid campaign advertisements!" Rose yelled.
