The spring sun streams into an almost completely packed up room as an alarm clock goes off on a little nightstand. Not wanting to wake up, a teen age girl's hand reaches through the blanket cocoon until she hits the snooze button. With the music off she readjusts her little nest, falling back to sleep.
"Rosetta! Have you finished packing yet?! You leave in just a week!" Mrs. Moore shouts from the stairs as her brown hair slips slightly out of her bun.
"I'm on it!" Rosetta yawns uncovering herself as she rubs her sleepy purple eyes.
Rosetta hops out of bed changing into her favorite short overalls and white T-shirt before brushing her short ash hair. Once dressed she slides down the railings to the living room where her father is sitting on the couch with his computer, his back to her.
"Don't think I didn't see that young lady." Mr. Moore turns to her with his strict yet warm blue eyes, causing her to freeze as she tries to sneak by.
"Sorry." Rosetta rubs the back of her head with a goofy grin.
"You're lucky there's only a week left until we leave." Mr. Moore laughs. "Remember to behave for your grandpa in Paris, okay?" he winks.
"Will do." Rosetta solutes then heads for the kitchen, bumping the door open with her butt.
"Someone's happy." Ten year old genius Tim laughs. "Have a good dream?" he munches on his cereal.
"Don't really remember." Rosetta thinks back as she pours herself some orange juice. "How about you? Ready to be a college student?" she rustles his messy brown hair.
"Stop that." Tim laughs with his clear blue eyes glancing at his big sister.
"Just remember not to fall for any college girls until you grow a whisker, okay?" Rosetta sits next to him with a wink.
"I won't." Tim rolls his eyes. "But… I feel bad I can't go unless mom and dad are with me. Are you really okay going to France?" he stirs his cereal then glances up at her slightly.
"Oh yes. Four years in France. HOW will I survive?" Rosetta over acts dramatically and jokingly. "Don't worry bro. I'm fine." She laughs reaching over to rustle her little brother's hair again.
"I guess you're right." Tim laughs slightly, trying to fix his now messier hair.
'Not like I would have fun here anyway. Not with April at Sakura High in Tokyo.' Rosetta thinks back to hugging her orange haired best friend at the airport.
It doesn't take long for the day of the flights to arrive. The small family says goodbye before going to their separate gates. Rosetta finds it a bit depressing with the rain drizzling down the large windows.
Once she is boarded, the tomboy watches the tops of the clouds until she falls asleep. Hours later she awakes to a clear starry sky above a glowing ocean of city lights.
Gathering her bags Rosetta waits for her ride on a bench outside. Staring off to the city she can see the sparkling tall Eiffel Tower seemingly keeping the silver full moon in the twinkling sky. Glancing around, she sees a brown haired guy not too far off listening to music while staring up at the sky.
"Hey there. Ready for a life in France?" Grandpa Hiro pulls up in his truck.
"Ask me again in the morning." Rosetta laughs as she places her bags in the back then hops up front.
As they pull away Rosetta sees a limo pull up for the headphones guy. Leaning against the window it doesn't take long for Rosetta to fall asleep once again.
