short story

The Ballerina

The ballerina danced. Never mind she was tired or her feet were injured; she danced. Never mind the other girls were jeering at her choice of dance; she only thought about being graceful on stage. Never mind the boy she liked wasn’t into ballerinas liked her, he preferred rough girls, nothing like the grace and poise of the girls she knew or was taught.

One day, she would grace the stage with her presence, and everyone will applaud for her. She will become a prima ballerina in a ballet company. She will become famous, and she will dance; that’s the important part.

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