So this is the actual story. The other was just an interpretation of my dream...Sorry. The other one was written at 3 in the morning and it sounds horrible. I know this isn't Sonny With A Chance but please don't hold it against me. I know some people will complain and say I shouldn't do this but like I said, I will delete this by Sunday. I only want feedback (on this one, not the other).

Charlotte

The Texas sunlight shone through the Victorian styled window, reflecting off a mirror, aiming directly to the eyes of a young girl whom had dreaded this December morning for weeks. Uncomfortably awoken, Charlotte looked around the room. Her mind processed what today was and with a half-hearted sigh she plopped back down on her bed forcing her eyes to forget what disturbed them in the first place. It was obvious that today was unavoidable. As much as she complained to her parents about her distaste in wildlife, they still came with the conclusion that she wasn't allowed to stay home alone for an entire month. They reminded her about the last time she stayed home alone.

She propped herself up on her bed, regretting what had happened 2 years ago on that wild June night. It was suppose to be a small get together but with no parental supervision it quickly got out of hand. If only her parents hadn't canceled their hotel reservation, she could have cleaned up before they noticed that anything went wrong. There was no use to be repentant about that event. She had indeed enjoyed herself for the most part. As she recalled the night, a smile crept up her face reminding her about her first kiss. She couldn't have imagined it any better; it was after all with her boyfriend Luke.

With this, she remembered that she still had to meet up with Luke before she left. Due to her late packing last night, she had to promise him that they would get together this morning for breakfast and a proper goodbye. In a rush, she invaded the piles of clothes on her floor trying to finding something suiting to wear for her vacation goodbye. A few minutes later she approached her mirror wearing her classic look; a casual white long sleeved floral dress paired with a brown belt and gladiator heels. Nodding in approval, she reached over to her dresser and pulled out her much needed accessories. Who knew that adding a simple pearl necklace and a brown bracelet could add so much to an outfit? Once more she eyed herself checking to see if any flaws were to be seen. Although it may seem like she was obsessed with the way she appeared, it was quite the opposite. She was the type to not worry about how others saw her. In a sense, her style was effortless; everything she bought seemed to just piece itself together. It wasn't necessarily a choice to dress so southern but the fact was she could pull off the look. And trust me, only a handful can.

She glanced down to her alarm clock realizing how much time she had wasted getting ready. It appeared to already be 10:30. This, to her dismay, meant that she only had an hour and a half to spend with her boyfriend before she left on her trip. Rushing down the hall with her purse in hand, she bumped into her mother.

"Charlotte Anne," her mother shouted in surprise.

Charlotte didn't have time to respond but that wasn't unusual behavior.

"Remember to be back by 12:00!" her mother yelled as she flew past her.