I do not own Night at the Museum. I only own Rose.

Story Start

"Moving to New York City will be a great opportunity for you, and your uncle needs to spend some time with someone from this family. That man may be my brother, but he's so caught up in his work that he forgets he has people outside of that museum," my mother ranted in the hallway while I was packing my last suitcase.

A few weeks ago, my mother decided to send me to live with my uncle so I could experience a new adventure, her words not mine. I knew she was worried about me since I had always been shy. She hoped that sending me to live with my uncle in New York City would break me out of my shell.

"Are you excited?" my mom asked after she finished her rant.

"Of course, but I'm nervous about finding a job," I said and shut my suitcase. I mainly said it to make my mother happy, but I was definitely nervous about moving.

"Oh don't worry about that. Your uncle has already gotten you a job as a tour guide at the museum," she replied and laughed at my expression. "Don't worry, you'll do fine," she said and hugged me. "I'm going to miss you. Call me every day," she whispered.

"I will," I replied.

We separated from the hug and finished loading the car. We would ride to my uncle's apartment together, and my mother would drive the car back home since I wouldn't need it in the city. She gave me one last encouraging grin before she left my room and went about her own business in the house.

"How is this going to go?" I muttered as I sat on my bed and stared at my suitcases. "Just hope for the best," I whispered and tried to relax as much as I could.

The next day my mother and I finished loading the car and we set off to New York City. I wasn't that surprised when my mom called my uncle, Dr. McPhee, and he told us to drop my stuff off at the apartment and then meet him at the museum. This information made my mother start ranting again about how my uncle was too busy with work, but thankfully she stopped ranting when we reached his apartment. We unloaded my suitcases and went to the Museum of Natural History.

I had never been to the museum before, but I was excited to see what all exhibits were in the building. When we entered the building, a large tyrannosaurus rex was the first thing we saw. My mother went straight to the front desk while I walked around a little bit to look at the wax figure of Theodore Roosevelt and his horse.

"Rose, your uncle said to wait for him here. He's too busy to come see his sister apparently, but I love you and I'll call you later. Bye, sweetheart," my mom said as she pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.

"Love you too, mom. Bye," I said and gave a little sigh when she finally left the museum.

"So you're Dr. McPhee's niece?" a female voice asked behind me, which made me jump and spin around in fright. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. I'm Rebecca, one of the tour guides here at the museum," a lady with dark brown hair and a kind smile said.

"Oh hi, I'm Rose McPhee," I said softly with a little smile.

"Oh Rose, good you've met Rebecca. She's going to give you a tour of the museum and tell you everything you'll be doing, since you'll be doing the same job as her. I'll see you later before the museum closes so we can head to my home," my uncle exclaimed as he entered the room and spotted me. He gave me a tight smile before something else distracted him. He started shouting at someone else as he left the room.

"Well nice to see you too, Uncle," I muttered and felt Rebecca place a hand on my shoulder.

"How about that tour?" she asked and smiled when I nodded.

Rebecca took me on the normal tour of the museum and she told me a few things that I should study up on so I could do a good job giving the tour, which I appreciated. She showed me the break room and locker room for employees, and she had a name tag made for me. As we were walking back to the front desk, I saw my uncle talking with three older men and a man close to Rebecca's age.

"See you tomorrow," Rebecca told me before she walked off to go grab her things from the locker room.

I walked over to stand by the wax figure of Theodore Roosevelt as I waited for my uncle. It seemed he was being introduced to a new employee, but it felt a little weird as the three older men were slightly glaring at my uncle.

"Are you ready to go?" my uncle, Dr. McPhee, asked as he walked away from the men and headed straight to me.

"Sure," I replied and glanced back at the four other men before we left the museum.

Staying at my uncle's home was going to take some getting used to, but my uncle was at least polite to me. He wasn't the most sociable with me, but that was fine. I was actually excited to start working at the museum tomorrow. I had already researched a few things that Rebecca had suggested to me.

I was still nervous about leading a tour group, but I would do the best I could. Hopefully I could just focus on the information I was saying and the exhibits themselves instead of all the people around me. I set out my outfit for tomorrow before going to bed. I dreamed that everything went well tomorrow.