Here be chappeh 2:

Rose walked out of the small room in the back of the public library. Yes, that is where they held their meetings, and flinched as the sunlight hit her eyes.

"Another evil plot, another 1 grand." thought Rose.

Rose had to support herself and her father. Her mother was killed trying to stop the group that Rose was now working for. Her father had given up everything after that and sat at home wasting away in his study.

His heart was broken, and despite Rose's desperate pleas, he did nothing to try and save them from bankruptcy. Rose took charge. She baby-sat, worked as a waitress and even tended animals at the public zoo. She knew she was special, she was just like her mother. So when the group EVIL contacted her she jumped at the opportunity. So, here she was with a check in her pocket and a new plot to take over the world.

She arrived at their small apartment building and climbed into the elevator. The old doors took forever to rattle closed, so she vented her anger on the button with the small number 3 on it. Finally she was in front of her door, apartment C86. Rose sighed and slipped her key into the lock.

"Hello?" she called out into the apartment.

When there was no response, she walked around the couch, threw her backpack down and slammed the door shut behind her. She walked into the kitchen and pulled out a box of waffles from the freezer.
"Daddy?" Rose yelled. Still no response. Leaving the box on the countertop, she walked into the back hallway and poked her head into his study.
Her father sat with his head resting on his chest, sound asleep. There was an open book on his lap; she peeked at the title. Depression.
Sighing she walked out of the small room and went back to her waffles.

While she was popping them into the toaster oven, her father walked into the kitchen. He had bags under his blue eyes and his chin was unshaven and covered in stubble. His brown hair was gently graying on the sides and his figure was slumped over. He walked in a resigned way to the fridge.

"Hi Daddy." Rose said, "did you take your medicine?"

"No," he replied his deep voice gravely as though it hadn't been used in a while.

"Dad." Rose said in a stern voice.

"Oh, please Rose, not now."

She rolled her eyes and they flashed red, breathing heavily through her nose. Her father noticed the change in her temper and stepped back.

"Rose…not now. Don't do this, I can't handle it." His voice cracked.

The floor began to shake and she breathed faster, balling her hands in fists at her sides. The table shook and the box of waffles fell to the floor, the crystal vase following.

"ROSALYN LINDSEY!" he yelled.

She looked up at her full name being used and the shaking immediately ceased. Gradually her eyes bled back to blue until they matched her father's.

"This can't go on any longer." Rose said quietly, "Get a job Dad, I'm not going to be here very much this school year."

"And where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"A private school has accepted my application. I'll be going on a full scholarship. So you don't have to worry about any financial issues." Rose said, "Not that you do now."

He walked away wordlessly.

"You can't keep running away Dad!" Rose yelled after him.

The door to his study slammed closed and the silence was shattered. Rose grabbed her bag off the couch and rushed into her room, closing the door loudly to let her father know.

She pulled out the papers EVIL had given her and glanced at the teenaged boy's face once more.

"Pretty cute." Rose remarked to herself.

In the stack of paper were a few forms she needed to fill out. She tossed the picture of Warren to the floor and grabbed a pen.

Name: Rosalyn L. Whitmore

Age: 16

Birth date: July 21 1991

The forms continued endlessly. She threw her pen down as her hand cramped and it hit the picture of Warren, drawing a line across his forehead.

"Sorry, honey." Rose cooed to the picture, picking it up and putting it on her dresser.

The phone rang shrilly and Rose jumped in the air. She grabbed it off the hook and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Rosey?" a frantic female voice came from the other end.

"Who else?" she responded. It was her best friend from elementary school, Clara.

"Are you busy today?" Clara asked, her voice cracking.

"Nope, what can I do you?"

"Rosey…" Clara began, her voice breaking off into sobs.

"Clara! What's wrong? Are you OK?"

"I think, I-I'm pregnant." She wailed into the phone.

"Holyfuckingshit Clara. OK hold on baby, I'll be right over." Rose slammed the phone down and sat on her bed taking a deep breath.

Rose pulled on her coat and threw a pair of checkered Vans on. Then she dashed out of her bedroom only to smell smoke. The waffles had started burning in the toaster. With a wail the fire alarms went off and her father came running out.

Her eyes flashed and she turned towards the smoke alarm. Closing her eyes, she lifted her arms and telepathically ripped it out of the wall. The screeching ceased.

"Dad, I'm going to Clara's." Rose said before dashing out the door.

Today was definitely not her day.

There be chapter 2.

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