The time Dixie D'Amelio came to my house

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Saturday, August 7th, 2023, I woke up to the sound of knocking on my front door. I just fell asleep around two hours ago, so I was not ready to get up. I felt it was too early. but then again, I did fall asleep at 6 in the morning. So, I got up to go down the stairs with my dizzy, sleeping legs. I put my arm on the handrail as I descended. My arm felt fuzzy because I was sleeping on it for the last two hours.

I have arrived at the lobby of my house and the knocking was still going on, I was wondering If this was all just a hallucination. But then I heard a familiar voice behind the door, perhaps the voice of the greatest artist of our generation, Dixie D'Amelio. I rushed to open the door with my uncirculated left arm and there she was, the queen of pop, Dixie D'Amelio.

I was beginning to believe that I was hallucinating, or rather just having a weird lucid dream. She walked into the house like she owned the place with her incredible trendy outfit and her Louis Vuitton bag containing a tripod and her expensive new phone. I went up to her to start talking to her, but she just ignored me. "Maybe she doesn't like paparazzi?" I told myself. I tried to ask her what she was doing in my house from a distance, but she still ignored me.

She walked into my family room and placed her phone on her tripod. She bends over to use her phone and she opens TikTok to look for songs to use for a video. She looks at herself in the camera but then she notices my body in the background. she turns around and looks at me, we stared at each other for a while before I asked: "what are you doing in my house, Dixie?" she bends back up and walks over to me. She stops in her tracks to say, "I am here to renegade".

I looked confused and she gave me the confused look back. I went up to her and asked: "can't you renegade at your own house?" she stared at me with confusion and said "but this is my house" I walked up to her and said "no it isn't; you live in Connecticut, and I live in Tennessee." I started rubbing my temples out of frustration when I heard another knock at my door.

Before I opened the door, I pinched myself, hoping that I would wake up from this terrible dream. I heard Dixie's sister, Charli begging to walk into the house. Dixie yelled at me, "Open the door for my sister and get out of my house!" "This isn't your house!" I yelled back. She looked at me with her hands over her mouth and she started to formulate crocodile tears as she slowly backed away from me. After maintaining distance from me, she ran away and left my house out of my back door.

I went back to my family room and saw that dixie left her phone and tripod in my house. I had to know what was going on. so, I hid her phone in my utility room and then I remembered my dad - VERY conveniently has a whole inventory full of fake and broken phones so I replaced dixies phone with a fake broken replica of it and hid the real one under my mattress.

By the time I was done with my evil plan, Charli was still knocking at my door. I put my ear against the door and heard Charli say:

I was not prepared to hear Charli bang on the door for the next two hours. So, I opened the door and Charli ran up to my house like a stray cat. I told her that she had to leave, but the rest of her family, Heidi, Marc, Dixie, her dogs, and even Noah Beck walked into the house. At that point, I bemoaned over waking up at all.

I went to my parents' room to convince the D'Amelio to leave. But there was no one in their room. So, I went to my sister's room and she wasn't there either. I got really scared and called the police. But nobody picked up. I contemplated leaving my house to see if other people still existed, but to leave the house is surrendering it to the D'Amelio's, and I would never let my precious house fall into the hands of a famous family.

I went back to my bed and thought about how I could figure out if outsiders still existed, but nothing came to mind. I looked at my neighbor's house and saw their car pulled up at their front yard, but that proves nothing. "this is no time to be stupid!" I told myself. What was I meant to do? How will I save my family? And how can I do it without losing everything I have? But that is when an idea popped up in my head.

I got up out of my bed and pulled up my mattress to take dixie's phone out. I remembered her phone passcode from when she entered my house: 7121 – her date of birth. I opened the TikTok app and went into dixies TikTok drafts. After laughing at her embarrassing drafts, I finally found the perfect one – a video of Dixie renegading.

I finished the video off and I put the perfect caption over it – "hey everyone 😊🎇 just wanted to see how you guys are doing!" it is perfect. Her fans must comment and tell her how they are doing. I clicked "post" and then I knew I was guaranteed to get answers. I had to quickly leave the TikTok app and hide Dixie's phone again. But that is when I heard the scariest scream ever. I heard a degenerative demonic voice say, "WHERE IS MY PHONE?"