Soaring through the sky on a Pegasus and then out of the blue it’s him! But who is he? He’s gorgeous is all Dixie can see. He makes her melt inside and he heart skip a beat. She can’t breathe when she sees him. Who is he? He holds out her hand to her and Dixie reaches for it, she is so close she can feel his body heat, smell his body mist, it all seems so familiar. She knows him, or does she? She wants to see more to be with him hear his velvety voice. Here’s her chance, he opens his mouth to speak when...
The alarm left its blaring echo in Dixie’s head; as its loud obnoxious ring continued on its path of destruction. Why couldn’t it have waited a few moments longer, why did it have to go off now in her wonderful cotton candy dream? Dixie was not happy and as she finally hit the alarms snooze button her long and strung out sigh finally released itself from her mouth. “Whhhhyyyyyy” She whined in her sing song voice. She was not a morning person, didn’t want to be a morning person, and will never be a morning person.
From a bird or side view Dixie’s head was connected to the wall, one leg was off the bed the other out of the blanket but still on the bed, arm rubbing her bed head hair, and her 5 comforters were thrown all over her waist wrapping her like a donut. She literally looked like a mob of blankets, limbs and long thick wavy curls of hair. Not even recognizable.
After Dixie’s morning fiasco she finally made herself presentable for school and able to see other students. Or at least she thought she was somewhat presentable? Her mom had bought her a make-up artist, fashion designer, and something to do with hair and matching the outfit type person for lessons on how to look clean, pretty and so she would actually look nice in front of others. This was because all Dixie really liked to wear were boy shorts or baggy jeans and big puffy boy sweaters. Her mother disapproved and wanted her little girl to actually look like a girl. Woohoo for Dixie.
Her outfit ended up being sort of a rock star type chick/ some country in there for her own taste. And that was the real style Dixie liked, country. Grabbing her books and throwing them all in her bag Dixie did her normal morning routine, grabbing her already made lunch and a granola bar in case she actually wants breakfast this early in the morning and a couple juice boxes to stop thirst as well as a nice big bottle of water. Also lastly her story journal to keep herself entertained in class.
Speeding to her class so she can be somewhat early in class Dixie kept her eyes on her watch and headed to ... Math! Wait math? Ewww not one of Dixie’s favorite classes. Especially for first thing in the morning. That would mean? Oh no! She has to pay attention. “This is going to be a fun day.”