TwinkleHeart Precure!
Chapter 2: The morning bell...
"What do you mean you're closing the piano club?" Rose argued. Miss Ryan just told her that the school was closing down the club due to cuts in the budget. But, Rose wasn't buying it. "The football club has tripled the budget than the all of the music department put together;" she debated more "It's not fair!" Miss Ryan was taken back from her sudden outburst. The teacher had dark crimson hair tied into a messy bunny. She wore royal purple glasses that constantly slipped down her face and a floral Ruffle long sleeved top, a grey pencil skirt with black shoes.
"I'm sorry Miss Wilson, but life isn't fair, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade" Miss Ryan blabbed on again about the importance of broadening your horizons and all that jazz, but Rose didn't want too. She wanted to stay in her either too hot or too cold practise room which smelt like melted chocolates one day and burnt coffee the next. She loved that room and wouldn't give it up easily. It was her paradise.
"To be honest Rose," the teacher lowered herself so she can be eye to eye with Rose, which wasn't that far "Not enough children are coming to the club; we can't just fund a club with not enough interest. Rose was getting angrier: She couldn't practise the one thing she loved more than anything in the world because the 'jocks' or the 'emo kids' couldn't appreciate the art of music she had to suffer.
"I'll let you use the music room," The teacher said finally "But, you won't have the teacher coming in on Mondays anymore" this was the best Rose could hope by the sound of it, so she answered with a confident "Ok then". Miss Ryan put on a relieved smile, happy that the dilemma was solved. After waving goodbye to the music teacher she rushed to the bathrooms before the bell ringed for first lesson.
Rose walked down the vast hallway towards the toilets. There was little activity near the bathrooms as no classroom was situated around the area. The carpet was a dull grey that contrasted against the colourful, dated displays on the wall. As Rose entered the strong scent of detergent hit her. She coughed, but powered through the smell.
Rose made her way to the front of her mirror. She had fair skin which naturally, contradicted long inky black curls which landed just past her shoulders. Her eyes were honest. Honest eyes. Eyes that you can look into and truly trust. They have a certain indefinable sparkle to them. And they were brown, a deep hazelnut really. Her school uniform was a white long sleeved shirt underneath grey jumper with red lines around the v- neck and sleeves. Rose never really like blazers even if most of the school wore them. The skirt was pleated and raven coloured with red around the rim. The shoes were polished back, had a little hill and a tiny bow. Black knee high socks and satchel completed the look.
The bell ringed. Its heartless dings and dongs filled the whole school with sighs and exasperation. The time to play was over as the war with students versus teachers began, which all lead Rose to feel a little dizzy, whishing the floor could open up sink her in. Whole.
