School is almost out for the summer

Ugh, I'm sick of school. I have one more week and one more massive paper to write (due 2 weeks after the class is finished) and I'll be free for 5 weeks. Then it's on to Math and Science. SCARY!!!!! My current class is Intro to Literature and the homework is way over the top. Lots of reading, lots of research, and lots of papers. Despite being sick of school and this class being very demanding, I really like it. Some of the things I already knew because of my drama from Pilly, and some of it is totally foreign. One of the larger projects was an original short story. I got an A so I thought I post it.


“What am I doing here?” She said to herself as she stood in the quiet room. “One, two, three, one, two, three” interrupted her thoughts as the words just naturally appeared in her mind as the music began to play. She had started the record player moments ago, but there was always that awkward moment before the music started that allowed her mind to drift away from the place she stood. There was something about the scratching noise of the needle against the blank part of the record that was so far removed from the familiar music that for only a moment the noise would jilt her thoughts from the uniform of tights and leotards and aching feet to a world without precision and practice.
The music had now begun. The random thoughts of worry and dread fell away as her perfectly shaped arms and legs glided through the room. Unlike before the music started, every thought and desire was controlled and guided by choreographed steps and feelings, both driven by the “one, two, three, one, two, three” she now heard in her head. The movement was natural and comfortable. But something was different about today. This was why she was here, to belong to the music and the choreography.
Only moments ago the room had been cold and lonely. There was no furniture and only a window and a small lamp to light up the room, but the music transported her to a perfect place. This place was like a dream, eerie but magical. There were warm red trees that blew in the wind and the sun was just peering over the yellow hills. It was early morning and she was dancing to the quietness of the fall breeze that made the leaves dance in a similar motion as her movement and as she moved it created its own puff of air so that as the leaves fell from the sky they would fly back into the breeze.
Here she was queen. All the worries and doubts fell away as the sun rose and kissed her face. She no longer heard the music, but instead the world that was created in her mind. It was clear to her in this make-believe world, that only here is where she wanted to belong. Not the cold room with all the expectations from the people whose minds were closed with thoughts of work, money, fame and endless mundane tasks.
People feared that she worked too hard and did not understand that there was more to life than dance. However this was not true. She knew exactly how to come back to the boring ordinary world. All it took was for the music to stop. How could they ask her to stop? Not just because the world she created was beautiful and perfect, but because she had toiled and practiced all her life to ascend to this world of fantasy. There was a time where all she could think about was the steps, movement, precision and the endless counting, but today she finally reached the point of flawlessness. Her arms, legs, neck and torso, even her fingers felt the unity of the music, the choreography and this new world of fantasy. Finally today her dreams had come true. No longer would she mindlessly count out the music, but instead let her mind wonder to a world driven by perfection and daydreams. The fear and worry had fallen away.