Rosie Jones

My name is Rosalind Rosie Jones. 17||Luminary||Daughter of Athena

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Frances?

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Frances screams and turns to hug the other girl, repeatedly chanting,”Thank you thank you thank you!” She leans over and blows out the candles and begins to use her fingers to eat the frosting.

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Rosie grinned. "You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome." She couldn't help but laugh as the younger girl used her fingers to pick at the frosting. "You didn't even let me sing Happy Birthday. Tell me you at least made a wish." She picked up the large plastic knife and offered the handle to Frances. "You want to cut the first piece?"

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Frances?

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"Okay." She stands and follows the older girl.

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Rosie leads the younger girl to the Luminary kitchen and covers her eyes as they walk in the door. "Happy birthday, Frances," she whispers in her ear as she uncovers the younger girl's eyes to reveal the oreo cake with candles in it.

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Frances?

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She looks up from her book and stands up,”Is it Oreos?”

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Rosie smiles and beckons her. "Kind of. You have to come with me though." 

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Frances?

I have something for you.

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"Good."

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"Only thing is, I don't know if I want to forget. Does that even make sense?"

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Sweet Dreams || Cloe and Rosalind

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Cloe felt guilty if she would just leave. She would try to tell some lame excuses but that wouldn’t work and her conscience would just eat her up. Although she was pretty exhausted now, she sighed and nodded. “Fine. What are we going to do though?” she asked and then she yawned, she then frowned because she didn’t want to let the other girl know she’s sleepy.

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Rosie felt guilty, seeing the younger girl yawn. "Sorry. I... I don't know. I just don't want to be alone right now. If you're tired, we could go back to my room. You could sleep if you want." She stood and tilted her head towards her room.

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Was she nice?

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I don't think nice is the right word. She was definitely good though.

What about your mum?

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"Have you met her?"

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"Once. When I was just a bit older than you."

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Nodding her head,”She’s the lady who came out of Zeus’ head?”

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"Yeah, that's her. Goddess of wisdom and warcraft. Other crafts too, actually."

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I should pray to Mum. I’m sure your mama grants you all the luck in the world.

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Who’s your Mama? 

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Athena. You know her?

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I don’t know.

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Maybe you should pray to the gods? I always pray to my Mama.

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I should pray to Mum. I'm sure your mama grants you all the luck in the world.

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[she tilts her head to the side watching the other girl] Can’t someone take the bad dream away from you?

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I don't know.

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"Old memories hurt like a goddamn bitch, yeah? Well, create new ones that could ease the pain of the old ones."

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"That's the idea."

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Standing up and ignoring the tissues, she calls over her shoulders as she walks away,”Keep it.”

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"Thanks."

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So why’re you still crying if it’s nothing?

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[Rosie frowns and sighs] Okay, it's not nothing. It's just... something old, okay? Just a bad dream.

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"Try lying better next time," she pauses for awhile,"I’m going to leave you alone now, since you clearly don’t want company."

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"Thank you." Rosie held out the packet of tissues to give it back.

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Mr. Adams says that it’s wrong to lie.

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  It is, sweetheart. You shouldn’t lie.