The Daughter of Zorro
A/N: Ok people, readers, whatever. I do not own Zoro, now that I got that out on the table here goes. My story takes place in the future, like a few generations after The Legend of Zorro. Next NO FLAMES! Suggestions are fine, BUT NO FLAMES, if you don't like my story don't read it.
"Alensandra, time for school." Her father called up the stairs.
"I perfer Alex." she called back. Alex jumped out of bed, quickly brushing her long black hair, and putting it in a ponytail. Her tan skin shinning bright in the morning sun, almost as bright as her green eyes.
She ran to her closet and took out a beautiful violet blue festival dress.
"Alensandra, I need to get to work, and you school!" Her father called. Alex rolled her eyes in annoience, then gracfully began to walk gracfully down the stairs.
"So, what do you think?" She said as she tucked a rose neatly in her hair.
"I think you're going to be late." Her father began to push her out the door. After her father had ran off to work, Alex decided to ride Margarita to school. Margarita was all white, and of course as her name states, loved margaritas.
"Ok girl, are you ready...to school!" Margarita didn't move, but flicked her ears. "Fine one margarita, but it will have to be a virgen margarita if you don't get me to school on time." Margarita gave a quicknod of agreement, then began to gallop towards the school.
Alex got to school just in time, and was pretty happy to see that her outfit had caught the eyes of most of the boys. She sat down at the desk, ready to learn when she heard it. "Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" It was the church bells.
"Why now, can't I get one day of school in. Hey Casity, I don't feel well, tell the school master I went home."
"Man, Alex that's like the fourth time this month."
"I know but I don't want to start a chain reaction. With had been said she made her way outside, and started to untie Margarita. "Ready to go play Zorroetta?" She asked