Rose Everson's Story

Rose woke up in her dorm room, yawning. She scratched her hair as she hit her iPod dock and turned on the music to help get her pepped up for the morning. She smiled as her guilty pleasure song, Cruel to be Kind, came on. She dances around as she headed to her bathroom and took a quick shower. She came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, wearing her robe and drying her long, dark brown hair more. She looked through the clothes in her locker as she sang along with her outfit. She finally picked out a pair of dark shorts and a purple, flowy top. She then put her makeup on, not too much, but a little bit, before she got dressed. She had a habit of ruining clothes from spilling makeup on them. She finished that and got dressed. Her outfit was comfy, but cute. She finished drying her hair and brushed through it, fixing it so the curls looked okay and not freaky. She slipped on some cute black sandals and grabbed her messenger bag, taking her iPod off the dock and grabbing her headphones, putting them in her iPod instead as she put one headphone in her ear, walking out her door and down the stairs for breakfast. It was one of the most important meals of the day.