a/n: A rose is a rose. No matter the color.

(ROSE)

" I won't accept this messing around Rose." My father says from across the expansive walnut dinning table, lifting my brown eyes to his green ones, I shiver at the anger they hold, it's unbearable, " the fact that you are even taking these... ice courses this year is borderline unacceptable"

"It is required of me," my fathers fist clenches around his steak knife, and with a intake of breath I say, " I don't want to overstep" holding my hand out to soothe him, but his eyes only narrow, " but it is in truth my decision."

" I AM YOUR FATHER!" He shouts standing up knocking his throne like chair, I set my jaw and hold my head up, " go to your room." He growls practical leering at me.

" gladly" I turn and leave the dinning room, heading straight for my room. My mother smiles sadly at me as I pass by her in green house dress to match her green and blond hair. She almost looks sorry, PAH! She's the one who bends to his every whim.

Pathetic.

I brush past her to the stairway to my rooms, ending in my room. I slam my door. Stupid purebred parents. I would rather live on the streets than live like this. I slide down the door. I want to be a glacieon not a leafeon.

A/n: mom and dad are Leafeons

Rose is a eevee