When she finally woke up after a long slumber, Rose Alison Smith was a new person with a new view on her life and parent "issues" Instead of
being mad and sad, she was now determined, plain and simple. She padded into the room that contained all of the Smith family office supplies
and grabbed a thick stack of paper. Then, she started back as quietly as she could, back to the room she called her own in the house she no
onger considered her home. Then something occurred to her. She didn't care if she woke her parents up. She thumped all the way to her room
and slammed the door shut. Ha-ha!!! Rose was so proud of herself she couldn't get her smile muscles to relax, as hard as she tried. When her
mother groggily swung open the door to her room and saw Rose hard at work on a drawing of some sort, she mumbled, instead of good
morning sweetie, "What the hel-heck are you doing up so early. You woke me up." Rose looked up slowly from her work, trying her best to look
innocent, but not strong enough to bite back a grin. "Nothing mommy just working on some drawings." Her mother looked up at the ceiling,
clearly annoyed. Rose looked up there too, but saw nothing of unusual sort. "What'cha looking at mama?" she asked sweetly. "Let me put this
the nicest way I can
Rose. I'm tired, I want to sleep and I'm angry at you for waking me up. You stay here until breakfast and think about what you've done." Again,
Rosalie couldn't control herself enough not to smirk. That was exactly what she had been planning on doing, and from there to lunch too. She
loved that she'd made her mother angry. Her mom stomped out of the room and Rose turned back to her work. She was in the middle of a
beautiful drawing of her baby girls nursery. It was light pink with lots of bows and lace and other fru fru stuff. She was so proud of it and knew
that she would be a great mommy. Nobody, not even her unloving parents could take that from Rose. Or so she thought.