7:30 am.
Beauty...
And the many things concerning it.
What is... beauty?
It was a strange thing for most people...
The very kinds of people who would find themselves going for a walk through their normal Monday drives...
The horror!
The horror!
To bear witness to a house the very likes of which was big, fancy, and mansion-esque enough that it made little to no sense for such a thing to even exist in a normal suburban area.
The simple fact of the matter was this...
Well, to be more precise, it shocked just about anybody who even caught sight of it on just about any day.
An odd sight for many, and for others, an almost tourist-esque thing to take a look at.
After all, who would imagine such a stylistic house existing on the outside of what would be to most people...
A simple living space for simple people...
After all, how many in the suburbs can dream of living in such a place?
It was huge.
And not just huge.
It looked good.
And of the ones who lived inside...
The Wright Residence.
Occupants: 3.
Identities: Father
Mother
And daughter, the girl by the name of Rose Wright.
The room in her house...
Well, there were a lot of rooms...
The upper room in her house...
Up the stairs...
There resided a young pink-haired teenage girl...
In whose room an alarm soon sounded.
And of it...
It was a simple alarm...
The kind of which most people would buy for an alarm clock.
That kind of annoying yet dim buzzing.
And of it, did a teenage girl wake up almost immediately.
She was clad in a pyjamas...
The kind were green in color.
And of it, there was a smile in her face as she did wake up.
And not skipping a beat...
Rose: Good morning fishies.
Most teenage girls lived in a room on their lonesome...
Not sharing it with anybody else...
But of Rose Wright...
Well...
It would be an understatement to say that her room could fit a bit more than just one person.
While all teenage girls need their personal space...
This one had hers...
And then some.
It was a room not too big...
But big enough that many, many teenage girls would be fully and utterly jealous.
Yep.
That big.
Big enough...
That this teenage girl managed to fit a whole aquarium in it...
And still have room to spare.
7:31 am.
Rose Wright was a methodical person, somewhat...
And at this time, given her normal routine, she was already out of bed and doing a few stretches of her arms.
After all, this was a new day.
And of this new day, she would not waste it.
And thereafter, she prepared to start her day.
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The room of the girl by the name of Rose Wright is what many parents would call a nightmare.
Shoes here...
Clothes there...
But all in all...
She somehow managed to come in and out of her room well dressed...
To say nothing of how she always knew where things were...
Yep.
That was just her.
And of her, as one could say, Rose Wright had one early morning priority she would absolutely never skip out on.
Rose: Here!
She would walk to her fish...
Open the pack of Norton brand fish flakes and pour her pets a bit.
7:32 am.
This was Rose Wright's everyday schedule.
Feed the fishes.
First thing in the morning...
Since the day she first bought them...
And of it, they were doing just fine as always...
A thing that brought a smile to her face...
As she looked at them.
7:33 am.
Rose: (thinking: I should get ready for school.)
And of that, did Rose, with a smile to her face, turn to the next agenda on her "get to school" list.
That being...
The thing that lies on the minds of most average teenagers...
Her phone.
It could be said that most people are the sum of those they spend the most time with...
To say nothing of how profoundly they are attached to these people...
Even more so, is it true of teenagers...
After all, the heart of a human is the human heart.
Her phone lay on the cabinet next to her bed...
At a low enough height that she could reach it with ease...
And thereof, and also, it was charging.
She had a pretty interesting phone...
Outwardly to say the least, as it was bedazzled with many small pink stones...
Making it look like it was surrounded by glitter...
Well...
The phone case at least.
Even so, did she walk over to it, and of that, skipping over a single shoe...
Before grabbing it...
And doing what most teenagers would do.
That being...
Checking on her phone for...
Well...
Pretty much anything.
But first and foremost...
Her friends.
There is much to be said about people who fight together...
They that do...
Well...
It is pretty hard to say that one can forget the one...
With whom they'd just risked their lives...
And thereof...
7:33 am.
Did Rose Wright look to her contact list.
And of it... nada!
Not a thing.
Now this... was not necessarily a bad thing...
However, as Rose did know this to the bottom of her heart...
She did feel a bit...
Upset...
The very first name she'd looked to was that of the girl by the name of Tiffany Chang.
This, to her, was the very most important person to her on earth, and also, her very best friend...
After all, what would Rose do without her?
At the mere mention of her name...
At the mere thought of her, her own heart would start to beat faster.
That was just her.
After all, this was her very best friend...
She was the one who'd made her happier than anyone.
And of her... not a word.
Nada.
Not a thing.
This...
... was a good thing...
After all, Rose had always known that Tiffany was never really one to enjoy using her phone all that much.
However and even so, did Rose still love talking to her...
Rose: (thinking:... Hmmm...)
Next up was Luke...
To her, Luke Parks was a kind individual...
That was what she'd always seen him as.
Something of a gentle and kind individual she could always rely on...
Someone strong and someone kind...
That was why she also admired Luke.
After all, he was always kind to her.
And of him, nada as well.
Still...
A good thing.
And of it, was it then that her own heart suddenly got a bit excited.
Partially because it knew who was soon to be next.
Third up was Ken.
Kenneth Stone...
7:34 am.
The sarcastic, jokerly, sardonic teen that was Kenneth Stone.
To say that her feelings about him were mixed would be an understatement...
But not by much.
Rose Wright did trust Ken to protect her with his very life...
That much was true...
However, to trust him to be...
Well...
Kind?
Now that was something else...
Ever sarcastic...
Ever sardonic...
And also...
Nada.
That was good.
That was very good.
And of that, well...
By now her morning search session would be complete.
However, as her mind eagerly reminded her...
There was one more member of the team.
And also, she was no longer the newest member.
Yep.
And of him, well...
She also had his number.
And of that, well...
Her fingers slowly scrolled down to it, each chat from another person that was in its way only showing up to lengthen this excitement.
That's right.
Rose Wright.
To her, this was the moment of the morning...
After all, she did have to check on him, sure...
But most importantly...
... imagine he said something?
Now that...
7:35 am.
... was well worth getting excited over.
Her finger continued this slow scroll...
Before finally...
She did find it.
And thereof...
Nada.
Not a thing.
This...
... was also a good thing.
Well, to be more precise, he was new so it could mean anything...
... but still...
He was fine.
Most likely.
However, well...
... to the girl by the name of Rose Wright, this wasn't all that good.
For one thing, Rose did soon after begin to consider what had happened the last time she saw him.
Her eyes remained fixed on his name...
There it was...
Written down...
She remembered the time she wrote it there...
The time she named her contact...
She remembered it well.
Rose Wright was many things, and of them, well...
... it was the very thing that caused all this that was to occur... to occur.
She remained there...
Stuck on his name...
Pondering...
As a pain that started out as subtle suddenly began to grow...
7:36 am.
... in her heart.
A sort of heartache.
And she knew this well...
After all, she was a person...
And a girl...
With feelings...
And of those feelings...
She knew...
It was because of how she felt for Max at that very moment...
That feeling...
She knew...
It was because she was worried about Max.
There was no hiding it.
And also, she did not want to hide it.
Her hands and body remained there...
In place...
Fully frozen...
Thinking about him...
It was as though something had drilled itself into her heart...
Or in layman's terms, so to speak, it was as though she felt like she wanted to help him, but couldn't.
It was an odd assortment of ideas.
She felt for him...
Felt pain as he felt pain...
Felt pain because of his pain...
But also, felt pain deep enough that she wanted to help...
And even more, felt pain that she could not understand...
And even still, more...
Felt pain that she could, thereof, not help him.
This...
... was, in a nutshell...
... troubling...
She wanted to help.
To remove his pain...
And if she could, she would...
After all, she saw it first hand...
How much he was suffering...
The look on his face...
The words he said...
"I'm the only one in the world like me."
That stuck with her.
That stuck with her hard.
And of her feelings of pain...
Of empathy...
There was more...
She wanted to be there for him...
But...
How could she?
After all, even she did not understand what that meant...
What that was like...
7:37 am.
And so, as she was...
She remained...
Her heart, finger and mind on his profile.
There she stayed...
And there she remained...
As the terrible pain in her heart continued...
She placed her hand on her chest...
To her heart...
And lightly gripped it.
If only...
If only she knew...
What would need to be done...
To help him.
7:40 am.
She remained on these thoughts for quite a while...
Before she eventually got up and decided to get out of her bed...
After all, it was a new day, and of it...
She was about to see her friends.
That much...
... she was fully and utterly happy about.
And of Max...
Yep.
She would soon see Max too.
