Why was life like this? Why is life so boring, so stressful and tiring, so evil? All Rose Tyler ever wanted was an adventure. Well, now she has one and all she wants is to be safe in her own bed watch her favorite TV shows, but Rose can't change what she did, ever.
*1 month earlier*
It was a beautiful day, sun shining, birds chirping, slight breeze in the air, the type of day that would make you want to sit outside reading all day, but today Rose is stuck inside- learning. God did she hate school. Rose Tyler just wants to do want she wants, she wants to sit outside on a magnificent day like today, or sleep in, watch TV all day. Rose loves her imagination, because she can be anyone, do anything, meet anyone in her imagination. As she twirled her dirty blonde hair, and stared out the window she thought about the character in the book she was reading. Why could she have that life?
When she got home her parents gave her a huge lecture about how she wasn't doing well in school.
"You're a smart kid, you can do better" was the line they always repeated.
"well, I don't want to do better I want just to sit at home all day doing what I want and not a stupid homework assignment" Rose would always through back.
"Well, that's life" Her mother explained. At that Rose grew so frustrated that she ran to her room. Letting out an angry scream, she dug though her closet to find her already packed backpack filled with anything needed for survival. She threw it on her shoulder and climbed through the window.
*present*
Rose used her outstretched hands to feel around in the in the darkness. She looked for a door, window, trapdoor, or anything that could get her out of here. All of a sudden she felt something solid connect with her foot. There was a soft groan.
"W..wh..who's there?" she called out.
*1 month earlier- while Rose is walking through the woods*
Eventually, Rose got tired of walking. She found an ancient tree to lean against and pulled out her favorite book, Gone with the Wind. Just as she found where she left off, she heard a rustling noise. Rose slowly turned around, but all she saw was a stone angel with its hands over its eyes. The odd thing is she was positive it wasn't there earlier. Turning back to her book, she decided to dismiss it. Once again there was a rustling noise. Rose turned around again, this time a little bit faster, to realize the angel had moved closer and it hands were no longer at its eyes. She didn't know what happened, but every bone in her body told her to run, so she did. Rose ran faster than she ever did, every few seconds looking back to see the angel slowly gaining. All of a sudden her foot got caught in a branch and she went tumbling down.
With a headache and painful shoulder, Rose slowly regained conciseness. She blinked a couple of times but all her eyes saw was darkness.
*present*
"Hello? Who's there? Please answer!" Rose kept repeating. There was another groan, a slight rustling as whomever or whatever tried to move.
"Well, hello!" the voice said half cheerful, but Rose could sense the fear, "I'm John, John Smith, and who might you be?" the voice continued.
"I'm Rose, where are we, why am I here?" she demanded.
"I honestly don't know," John pulled out a flash light and turned it on. He had light brown hair, styled to a small spike, and soft kind eyes, like a soldier who had just returned home from the war. Rose knew this man could never have been the one to put her here, and somehow she trusted him.
"I was in the woods and there was this… this statue, it moved so I ran, but I tripped and now I'm here."
"Ugh, weeping angels"
"Weeping angels?"
"Um... yeah, they're, uh, aliens that turn into statues when you look at them they turn into stone."