Sibelle Alexander woke to the sound of her alarm clock blaring. She groaned and wiped the remains of her dreams of musical fame from her eyes.
Pulling herself out of bed, she showered and dressed, getting ready to go to the Portland Conservatory of Music for her classes.
Sibelle was a beautiful girl, though she'd never say it herself. She was shy unless she was playing guitar or piano, or singing. She had chin-length brown hair and olive eyes. The only reasons she hadn't dated much in high school was her height (she was taller than most of her guy friends until she was a sophomore) and her shyness.
Dressed in a bright yellow summer dress with a bright red belt around her waist, she padded down the stairs, pulling on a black raincoat, holding her purse. She grabbed a cup of coffee and a kiss from her father before pulling on high-heeled rain boots and snatching her red polk-a-dot umbrella that she opened before stepping into the drizzle that held the Portland suburbs in its envelope.
She ran to her Honda and slipped inside. The moment she was safe from the water, she pulled one of her iPods out of her bag and connected it to the stereo, playing some Billie Holiday for the journey to Portland.