My journal of Abba's music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
Her aunt had raised her from birth, Her parents had died and her aunt had given her a good life. Nina was a happy child. She had went to the best schools. She loved dancing and she became a ballerina. Her aunt had just died and Nina was so sad. She had a performance tonight and she was the star. She was so sad but she had to do this. Nina, pretty ballerina. Now, she is the queen of the dancing floor. Just like Cinderella. She felt like her aunt was with her every step of the way. She was Cinderella in this ballet. What would she do now? The young man she loved had asked her to marry him. She said she wasn't ready. She would only be dancing for five more years. She was ready to say yes to her boyfriend now. The ballet was over and she had seen him in the audience applauding. She briefly saw her aunt and a rose fell from above. Nina felt better. She would always miss and love her aunt. It was time to move forward. He had bought her flowers and embraced her. She told him that she was ready to marry him. He kissed her passionately. Nina, felt like Cinderella. Things would be alright. |