Rose-Colored Lenses

(1) Rosette (Rosie) Stevens

Chapter 1: Rosette (Rosie) Stevens

You would think out of all the people in the world that I would be a morning person. 

If you did, then you're desperately wrong. 

The alarm is blaring, causing me to jerk awake and question my sanity. I reach for my phone on the nightstand to end the obnoxious sound only to knock my phone to the ground. Great! Now I'm definitely awake. I swing myself over the side of the bed and blindly feel for my phone on the ground. After a few deafening seconds, I grab my phone and quickly tap the 'stop' option on the screen. 

Damn, one could wonder how I can still hear and honestly, I don't know. My hearing is slowly deteriorating and I can't stop it. I lift my phone back to my face and read the time. 5:47 it reads. Why did I set an alarm so early for no reason? I really hate my past self, by 'past self' I mean me at 11:30 last night.  

I toss the covers off my body and my first stop is the thermostat. I like to sleep in the cold, but I can't stand getting ready in it. Next, I jump into the shower and try to calm myself down after my obnoxious awakening. I finish my shower and check the time, 6:01 right on time.

I cue my playlist and debate my outfit choices for the day. It's the end of November and nearing December so outside is not a t-shirt and shorts weather. I decide to grab a white sweater, black skirt, and white knee high socks with a car ear pattern. 

"Cute," I mumble to myself while gathering the rest of my things. I put the outfit on and admire myself in the mirror. I turn a little and examine my angles. "Typical Rosie," I say while doing my hair and makeup. 

I apply light makeup, a pink gloss, and get started on my hair. I pull my hair into a messy bun and purposely leave a few pieces out to frame my face. Basic, I know, but I like it. I put on a bar necklace and pearl earrings to finish the look. I look at the mirror again and take a final look. I smile at my reflection and admire the black and white look with my rose-colored hair.

I knew dyeing my hair rose was a good idea. It always brings a pop of color into my outfit choices and isn't as bright or bold as other selections. "You never cease to amaze me, Rosette Stevens," I say into the mirror and laugh. It's a little stupid habit I have in the mornings. 

I take my black heeled boots, backpack, phone, and keys from various locations in my room and rush down the stairs. I drop everything except my phone by the front door and head into the kitchen. I check the time again, 6:47 just enough time for breakfast. I gather the items to make myself a yogurt parfait from the fridge.

"Oh, you're up early. Wanna make me one too?" Kiara asks me as she enters the kitchen. She's my freshman little sister.

"Um, no way. I have other things to do," I quickly reply while scooping the plain yogurt into a cup, for myself.

"Yo, that's so unfair. You're already making one," she whines while approaching me.

"Don't 'yo' your sister. I'm driving you to school and it's my car." I proceed to pour granola into my one cup

"Yeah, your car that Mommy and Daddy paid for so don't even start," she says while grabbing an apple and sitting on the counter.

"Little brat," I mumble under my breath after topping my yogurt with strawberries. I seal everything and place them back in the fridge. I also grab my yogurt and sit on the counter with her. "So how's freshman year?" I nudge her and she glares in response.

She takes another bite of her apple and looks at me. "It's a school year I guess. Nothing worthwhile honestly," she answers while jumping off the counter and throwing her half-eaten apple in the trash. "I left something in my room, I'll be down in a sec."