I should probably just say as an authors note, "don't steal my story"
I was having the best dream ever, I was doing endless pirouettes on stage and preforming the firebird. That was all I ever wanted in life; to escape bullying, self harm, and to be myself with doing what I loved. I have been dancing ever since I was about 4 and now 17, I have been doing it for 13 years.
The dream was amazing and just as I was about to end my performance with an elegant firebird, a strong calloused hand shoved a cloth over my nose and mouth as I jolted awake, smelling something that sown how I new was chloroform, and I knew from that point on, my life was never going to be the same again.
YOU ARE READING
I'm, sorry
RomanceI don't know what the book is really going to be about so just read and find out ; ) Clara- a dancer, self harmer, and depressed. What happens when strange men kidnap her?
