the lost heart of Rose Tanner

It was just an ordinary day in the small town of Johnson state. Rose Tanner lay awake in her warm bed, underneath her rose patterned blankets. Rose never slept, she would get to the point of pure exhaustion before she would pass out for four too five hours. Even though she would not sleep she would dream, Rose was a daydreamer, always has been. Even though she was fifteen she had the imagination of a thousand children, when she was younger instead of having an imaginary friend she had a whole make-believe world all to herself, her own little wonderland, but Rose was no Alice, she was a simple girl. Rose had ice blue eyes, which had a habit of changing to a pure, misty white when it would rain or snow. Her hair hung about eight centimeters below her shoulders; it was a chocolate brown, which in the sun, or under water, would have a very distinctive red tint. Her lips were like a thousand rose buds had taken all eternity leading to her birth to stain them a sweet crimson. This was on of the reasons her mother had named her Rose, or maybe it was how much her lips stood out on her pale skin, the only time there was any form of color on her skin is when that cherry blossom pink came to her cheeks from some form of embarrassment, which in Roses case meant they were always like that, I don't know a single day that girl didn't blush, but you should know now, Rose does not see all these forms of beauty, she thinks of her self as a plain Jane, nothing more. Well let's get to the story shall we.