I lie in wait and anticipation. The smooth boards that formed the core of my being and once were polished, sanded, and stained with the utmost of care now held a layer of dust, accumulating one dreaded piece at a time. I thought of the past, of what could have been. To my delight, a slipper-clad single foot prodded and cleared a place on me, its resounding noise echoing the joyous times of old from my long-forgotten past. A surge of hope flooded my being. The foot was bigger than the dainty, ballet-slipper enclosed foot that I remembered. Nonetheless, I was filled with an abundance of joy because I knew it was my friend. She had returned home.
The foot proceeded to plow a path through the dust on me, and it tickled. A clump of dust and grime fluttered like a snowflake upon the velvet rugs below. I felt like sneezing, and my sides heaved as I attempted to refamiliarize myself with the weight on me. My entire being was devoted to the single step above me. I willed the person on me to step again. I kindled a desire of hope within myself. I yearned to hear another step. Silence recast its well-known shroud across the room. I feared all was lost. The silence echoed my agony, and its pain penetrated the essence of my being worse than the punctures of the nails when I was first constructed. My boards quivered and creaked, causing yet more clumps of dust to scatter about the room and fill the air with a smoke-like haze.
I continued to hope for another footstep, but it never came. The silence was unbearable. The entire room shuddered under its heavy gaze as it scrutinized every row of unused seats, the moth-eaten curtains, the fading canopies, and the crumbling balconies. I held my breath. One rebel refused to be paralyzed under silence’s icy tendrils. Sunlight cheerfully began to pour through the windows like an old friend, enveloping the entire room with a soft golden hue. As each heaven-blessed beam of light hit the floor, it adopted a tone of resilience and defiance to the darkness that had dared to ensnare the room once more under its tyrannical reign. As if encouraged by the light, a second foot, clad in a pearl colored slipper, cautiously cleared a path through the dust to meet its brother.
“I have not forgotten” the dancer on me spoke. “I have not forgotten.”
She stepped out on me like she didn’t have a care in the world, and at that point I knew for sure she was home for good this time. My hope returned at the prospect of yet more returning footprints in the dust.
Meet the Author
What TPS classes are you taking this year?
This is my first year taking classes with TPS. I’m taking French 1 (Two day) with Mme. Orsini.
What are your favorite books?
I’m kind of a bibliophile, so I have a lot of favorite books. If I had to pick one favorite book, I think I would pick Les Misérables. If you haven’t read Les Mis yet, I highly recommend it! It’s a fabulous read! I also enjoy The Giver quartet by Lois Lowry.
If you could live in any setting of any book or movie what would it be?
Hmmm… That’s a really tough question because I love a ton of books and movies. I think I would choose to live in the Shire from the book/movie The Hobbit (if I could fit in the hobbit holes!).
If you could meet one book character in real life, who would it be?
I think I would probably choose to meet Éponine Thénardier from Les Misérables.
If you could have one superpower, what would it be?
I think I would choose to fly, because I think having a birds’ eye view would be amazing!
What is your favorite thing about writing?
I love putting my thoughts on paper and being able to express myself through my writing. Writing allows me to grow in ways that I wouldn’t be able to in real life and stepping into the shoes of a character allows me to experience various perspectives and views that I might not otherwise encounter. Writing is also super relaxing, so it’s a good break from the pressure of school and other activities.