9 A Start

Her eyes fluttered open slightly before closing, a small smile on her face.

Groaning softly, she yawned noisily, stretching as well. The bed was soft, softer than the one she'd been waking up to for the past seventeen years.

Rose opened her eyes a little and then they widened. This wasn't her room.

Shocked she sat up.

"Where am I?" She voiced panicking.

It was still way early in the morning but she was a morning person, but that still didn't explain the reason she was there.

Glancing by the lampstand she saw her effects on top of the drawer.

She grabbed her purse and got off the bed.

She looked down at her clothes, she was no longer wearing the ruined dress, she was wearing a sweatshirt and pant.

Then everything from last night came rushing back.

From her going to the party to when she was made fun of, to when Michael showed up and became her shoulder to cry on.

I'm a Christian now.

She thought smiling, remembering all that had happened last night.