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May 2018
I believe it was just about sunrise. The clouds were forming into one gloomy sky, the brightness of the sun was aligning the momentum of the stars, the moon was just at its peak. The piano didn’t play the same that day. My hands trembled with each key being pushed down, reminding of the pressure in my chest at that very moment. My instructor had walked in earlier, his aura reeked of terrible news. He had told me I was finally chosen for a play. This was amazing news, yet my mind could only imagine every way I could mess this up. I was given an opportunity to make something great out of myself, but only a fools song would play. Happiness is a state of mind, health, spiritual encountering. The negativity that overclouded my own judgment, broke any spirit being ready to set free. I never saw the sunrise, and when asked those of the gloomy sky, it was only a remembrance the energy leaking out of me. I never saw the sunrise, the stars that were aligning, never fell into place beyond my own eyes. I never saw the sunrise and while the moon was at its peak, I was already prepared for its darkness. I never saw the sunrise, the momentum completely gone.
My first public short story.
Franchesca
Written by
Franchesca  21/F/RI
(21/F/RI)   
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     Rick and Franchesca
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