I was being thumped on the floor. I hated it. Squish-squash-squish-squash-pitter-patter-pit. People were staring at me. Then it stopped. I heard a booming voice; I would have covered my ears with my hands if I had any! “That was Anna Pavlova ladies and gents!” There was a loud banging, or clacking and that was it. Bruising my side, she threw me onto the cold, hard floor. It was then and there that I decided..I was going to leave!
I knew my plan. Just after Anna left, I slipped out behind her and began to potter up the corridor towards the exit. At least, I thought that it was the exit! And it was. (I would have wiped my brow if I could’ve). Suddenly, I was in the big wide world, and I was EXHAUSTED! Lying down on the pavement, I tucked myself underneath a wall…
I was woken by a rumble and I wasn’t where I left off. It was dark and tight. There was a musty smell in the air. As I breathed in, dust tickled my nose and I sneezed, hitting my vamp on the top of what seemed like…a box. I had been told many stories of boxes. When you are put in them, you get left and then thrown away; that is the end of you! I shook. I sat and waited…waited…waited.
Right now, an age later, I am still sat here. There is a giggling downstairs. I hate it here. Right now, I am deciding that I want to be thumped and thrown. I am lost…I will never dance again!