Rose MacInnes certainly does not live up to her namesake. Unlike the cliches, there isn't a drop of red on her. While it is fair to mention that roses can be more colours than just red, this particular teenager makes sure that there is absolutely no link between herself and the fragile, delicate flower her name may suggest.
Mostly out of spite for her parents giving her such an incongruent name, she tries to come off as edgy as possible, wearing a lot of stark clothing, things with spikes on them, dying her natural auburn - not red - hair varying colours, including black, blue, and even lime green once, and she listens to a lot of grunge and heavy metal music.
So it's safe to say that Rose doesn't have many friends. Some respect her for who she is, an occasionally see her softer, more compassionate side, where she reveals herself as a closet nerd who loves manga and RPG video games, but most tend to leave her a wide berth, as that just makes life easier for both parties.
Anyway, on with her story...
''Almost... there...'' Rose groans into her notebook as the clock ticks painfully slow. It seems as though an hour takes five hours when you're bored. Or at least that's how Rose sees it. It's a friday afternoon, and like most schoolkids on a friday afternoon, she's bored out of her wits, and just waiting for things to be over!
Tick...
Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
The seconds crunch by, so slowly that several students look as though they're ready to burst a vein when, at long last;
'Ringalingaling!'
''Alright, class dis-'' The teacher calls, only to be blown over by a whirlwind of students out the door, ''...missed.''
Among the swarm of students is Rose, however she's suddenly not feeling so great. Slowing down behind the crowds, she shuffles to a stop and presses her hands against her stomach, where a gut busting pain is searing through it like a circular saw she's sure she hasn't ingested!
''God... damn!'' she gasps, falling to one knee and gasping for breath. Her vision starts to blur...