PROJECT ROSE PART IV
I found myself in front of a large wooden door. I stared at the entrance not sure why I had run here. I waited but nothing happened. I turned ready to go back to my room. I found John behind me. He glared at me with suspicion. I sighed and began to walk toward the staircase. What was the point of me staying here if everyone here either hated me, wanted to use me for my body, or thought I was some sort of threat?! I stopped at the beginning of the stair case. I should just leave, then, shouldn't I? I thought to myself.
I felt someone touch my shoulder. "Is something wrong?" John asked me. Why was he suddenly being kind? Don't tell me even he I turned around flipping his arm off of me. I felt violated, although he hadn't done anything really to me. I glared at him. "Ah I see." He said quietly, pushing up his glasses.
"You see what?" I hissed at him. I felt angry, but why was I
PROJECT ROSE PART III
Today was my first day as an official member of the Black family. I awoke early and took a shower. Around eight o' clock a few maids came into my room and brought me some clothes to wear. Finally I could get out of this stupid gown. I changed into a simple white dress. By the time I was all ready for the day it was breakfast time. Finally I was allowed out of my prison cell!
On my way to the dining room I discovered I had been staying in some sort of mansion. It made sense, but I never realized the Black family was so rich. I began to wonder if it really was ok for me to stay with them like this. Finally, with the help of a maid, I arrived at my destination. I walked into the dining room cautiously. The only one there was John, sitting at one end of a long rectangular table. A butler pulled out a seat to the right of John, I sat there. Food was brought to us and we ate in silence. A few minutes later Jake and Ren arrived.
PROJECT ROSE PART II
I was a prisoner. I was not allowed outside of my room. All my meals were brought to me in my room. If I had to use the restroom I was required to use the one in my room. It was small, but at least it had a shower. It didn't feel right to complain. After all I was just a traveling hobo before, but honestly, it was boring being locked in this room all the time.
It had been three days since I first came here. In that time John did several tests on me. He drew blood, measured my heart rate, and even my brain waves. It hadn't seemed as if he discovered anything unusual, at least if he did he didn't share it with me. I spent most of my time waiting for my meals, taking showers, playing with my hair, and daydreaming. But after the third day this routine was unbearable.
"John, have you found anything strange?" I asked him on my fourth day as his prisoner/experiment. He didn't answer me; I guess it took a