"Have a ball, she says. YEAH. mkay." She shook her head, auburn curls flying. "Easy for HER to say. she's not the one doing this crap." She grabbed her brush, and viciously attempted to rid her curls of the evil tangles, but to no avail. Sighing, she gave up, and put on a hat. "Screw this. Maybe THIS will teach me to take better care of my hair." Though it looked better unruly, she never thought so. Her opinion of herself was in the negatives. She hated her name, (Rosha. "What the HELL kinda name is that?" is what people always said to her) and she hated her height (five foot six was average "Boring" she would say, as she rolled her eyes). She even hated her figure, which, according to everyone else's opinion (which she never paid attention to anyway) was flawless. She snorted, and said "Yeah, if you like stick figures." Sighing, she walked out of her bedroom door, and made her way down the stairs to the living room. Her sister was waiting there, the one who told her to have a ball. Rolling her eyes, she tried once again to figure out why her sister thought she would be able to have a ball going to work at a day care. All the little terrors running around, plastering her with oatmeal, ice cream, and anything else clumpy, cold or slimy. She nearly shuddered with the thought. She shot daggers at her sister with her eyes. It was all her fault. If her sister hadn't decided to go house hunting TODAY of all days, she wouldn't have to go baby- sit heathens. Her sister smiled innocently at her. "Are you looking forward to your day? It shouldn't be too hard. you will only be in charge of the two year olds. and all that talk about 'terrible twos' is all crap." Her sister's shoulders shook in her attempt to stifle her giggles. Once more, Rosha glared at her sister. Really, Melisant could be such a bitch.

After glaring at her sister for what seemed like hours, she shook her head at her. Really, that smile was beginning to annoy the hell out of her. Damn her for being so smug. WHY couldn't she have waited to go house hunting until a day when she didn't have to work at the day care? OH NO. it was MUCH more fun to make ROSHA do it. In Rosha's opinion, it was a very unique type of torture her sister was putting her through. She stomped her way back up the stairs, and grabbed her car keys from the bureau. The "don't worry, be happy" key chain seemed to mock her. "Yeah, sure." She muttered under her breath. "I'm fixing to be tortured by a gaggle of two year olds, but I'm supposed to be happy." She looked in the mirror, and rolled her eyes at her reflection. She then asked it pitifully, "I'm going to die today, aren't I?" Her reflection simply stared back solemnly. "Fat lot of help you are," she huffed. As an after- thought, she snagged a jacket off the back of her door, and walked back down the stairs. She called to Melisant, "If I die today, I want you to know that I will hold you personally responsible." The only response her sister gave was to laugh at her. Growling, Rosha walked out the front door. Approaching her car, she felt a sense of calm enter her. She loved to drive. That was one thing she was glad for, she had a thirty-minute drive to the day care center. She figured that she could calm herself down, and kinda motivate herself. She didn't really want to go there in a terrible mood, for she was afraid that she may take it out on the children there. It wasn't THEIR fault that Melisant decided to spring this job on her. She was going to do her best to be positive about the day she had ahead of her. It was a decision she was going to regret making.