What Really Happened To Rosen's Work?

She had put down her journal which she had been writing in a few moments ago. She paused as she stood up from her small room (it wasn’t home sweet home but hey, the small things count) staring at her collection of paintings on her wall. Her older sister had painted them (her hands being as steady as wood) and had given them to Rosen as a present. Rosen’s gifts laid not in art (as her hands moved constantly from left to right without thought) but rather in music and writing. Mr. Elwood would joke,” Maybe the Angel blessed her with two gifts!” Of course he would never repeat that outside of his house. If he did, he would face a longterm sentence for saying untrue things about their patroness and deity. People there were quite temperamental about unkind things said about the deity. Make one false statement and you’d likely be dead in a heartbeat. Rosen wasn’t exactly the greatest painter in the world, she could paint here and there, and didn’t exactly have the neatest when she wrote (it looked like chicken scratch to everyone else) but she knew how to string words to flow into a rainfall of greatness. Her voice matched her face, young and youthful, but her manners, morals, and thoughts were not common for fourteen
year olds. Her thoughts weren’t about crushes, marriage proposals (even though they were common around eighteen or so), husbands, or make-up (not that she liked any of those four anyway, she considered them either a waste of her time or not important).
No, what she thought of was something around the lines of worrying about the state of the outside world. Not everyone had an Angel deity to protect them, after all. Their deity would only help the people on Raleigh. Not that many people had thought to feel bad or even think positively of the others outside of Raleigh. No one thought of them in the highest regards. They would blame them for their problems (like shortage of food or injured people) even though both were facing the same things (and reacting
differently). Her manners and morals were basically borderline different from the rest of Raleigh’s. She sat and ate like a queen while her words and her humor weren’t. Her morals always point up rather than down because she hated bullying and feelings of mistrust. No one was quite like Rosen; she was different. It was admitted long time ago by the people near her farming network. Even people from other farming networks one block down had even admitted to such. No one had really stayed on the topic for too long. Mainly because they either had something for dinner or waited until morning for some food (which was small as it was). No, being hungry was not an option. Thoughts of others predicaments left Rosen standing and looking blankly at the paintings. Pictures of stars and the night sky, winds going through pure green trees, and even of animals jumping off cliffs landing anywhere her imagination would take her… She loved all of them. True there were only three but still…