Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2012 21:23:33 GMT -5
Rose fell out of bed in the morning. She was rushing about at around 5:30 in the morning. She threw on a bra and loose purple top. Her green eyes became vibrant against the shade. She threw on her faded yellow jeans and ran down the stairs and out the door with a box of paints and a canvas. She ran all the way to the park. When she got there, rose was out of breathe. She took out a brush and began to paint the sunrise. She was so flustered that in all the chaos her paint brush went flying and hit a person. Rose ran over to retreve the brush. When she saw the person she sighed. "I am do sorry!" she began to clean up her mess.