ROSES POV
It had been two days since the phone call with my father, I still don't know why I didn't tell him about Arrow, but something in my gut told me to keep my mouth shut. I glance around my empty room, I hadn't seen Snow since I had snapped at her and I honestly couldn't care, I hated the bitch, I should have killed her when I had the chance. I pause at that thought, couldn't recall a single thing she had done to make me hate her. In fact, in all the memories I had of her I had been happy, so why couldn't I shake the sudden hatred I felt for her? Filing the thought away to bring up to Arrow later, I grab the few books I need for todays classes and head out the door.
