Rosie Riley's Dream, Page 4
Penny Clover Petersen
to pack your ballet things, so we don’t have to rush this afternoon.”
She saw the shoes sitting on the chair. “Ah, you already have. Good. Breakfast is on the table and Mrs. Wilde is next door if you need anything. You don’t want to be late for the carpool. Love you, sweetheart.” She gave Rosie a quick hug and kiss and went downstairs.
Rosie called after her, “But I didn’t get my things together. I thought you did.” Her mom didn’t hear and Rosie picked up her ballet shoes and stood in front of her mirror.
“Just ordinary shoes, huh? Sure!” And she laughed and laughed as she got dressed for the day.
Outside in the tree by her window sat the little bird, singing to her in his high creaky voice. She saw him and waved. “Hey, little bird, guess what? I’m not like anyone else. I’m just me! How about that?”
She ran downstairs, threw her book bag over her shoulder, grabbed some toast from the table, and ran out to meet her carpool.
