The Invisible Pink Slippers
Before the worst night of my life happened, I lived a normal life of a 10-year-old ballerina. I could dance ballet every day after school. I would twist and turn, leap and soar above all my problems from the day. Ballet was my haven, away from my peers, pushy teachers, and school work. In my beautiful pink slippers, I could do and be anything. When I put on those slippers, I felt as if spring had taken over the winter inside of me. My skin glowed, my cheeks reddened, my heart warmed. I would put on those pink slippers and become like Samson and his long head of hair, invincible. I would put on those pink slippers and become Harriet Tubman, brave. The slippers would wrap their arms around my feet and give me shelter,shelter
Before the worst night of my life happened, I lived a normal life of a 10-year-old ballerina. I could dance ballet every day after school. I would twist and turn, leap and soar above all my problems from the day. Ballet was my haven, away from my peers, pushy teachers, and school work. In my beautiful pink slippers, I could do and be anything. When I put on those slippers, I felt as if spring had taken over the winter inside of me. My skin glowed, my cheeks reddened, my heart warmed. I would put on those pink slippers and become like Samson and his long head of hair, invincible. I would put on those pink slippers and become Harriet Tubman, brave. The slippers would wrap their arms around my feet and give me shelter,shelter