I want to be a Butterfly

DISCLAIMER: I do not own twilight. I am also not getting paid.

"Jazz, do you think I look like a pixie?" Alice asked me.

We were in are bedroom searching through clothes to find me a outfit for my 25th graduation. Well, more like Alice was searching. I was laying on the bed throwing a baseball at the ceiling. Alice had clothes all over the room. She was having mixed emotions.

"Well, yeah." I responded

"I don't want to be a pixie." She said.

"Your not, you just look like one." I stated.

Alice, is real petite. She has the most gorgeous wide eyes. Her hair is dark and short, sticking out in odd angles. She look very much like a pixie. I could tell she was feeling sad. I got out of bed and went over to sit next to her on the floor.

"Allie, are you okay?" I questioned.

"I don't want to be a pixie." She replied sadly.

"Well, what do you want to be?" I asked.

"I want to be a butterfly!" She exclaimed as she bounced up.

"A butterfly? Why?" I asked thinking she'd lost her mind.

Alice, danced around the room, with her arms above her head. Twirling like a ballerina. She, is so graceful its stunning.

"Butterflies, are pretty." She beamed.

"Well, you're pretty." I told her.

"I know that. But, butterflies have wings! They dance in the sky." She stated to me.

"So, you want to be a bug." I asked.

"Not just any bug! A butterfly." Alice corrected.

"Whatever you say." I said absentmindedly as I walked out of the room.