Once upon a time, in a town called 'Brooklyn'. There was once a girl who was cursed by a red shoe to dance forever and ever until her last breathe. The (witch) shoemaker picked and offered her the red shoes among all the other rich and elegant ladies in this town for a purposed.
'Karma' that's what she called the red shoes, but because of that red shoes, her life changed and became the most popular dancer in their town. The red shoes have the power to changed one girl's fate, but it is also dangerous to wear it in a long period of time. The more you danced with the red shoes, the more you'll be cursed to dance with it.
"Alms... alms... alms spare me a piece of bread, spare me your mercy... I am a child so young so thin and so ragged... spare me of your moneys Madam... Sir...?" I extended my arms to everyone that passes me, hoping to give me something, but no lucked because I'm a beggar, a dirty mud pig and an eyesore to everyone. While I was busy on begging to them. I suddenly saw a beautiful young girl who's around my age, who dress up elegantly with her beautiful dress and accessories around her, who's about to pass me. I extended my arms to her hoping to give me some moneys or foods, but then again like everyone else. She shot me a glared and ignored my presence like everybody else.
Yes, I'm a poor girl, a beggar girl that doesn't even deserve to live in this world anymore. I'm just a burden, an eyesore to everyone even to my family who always told me that I'm just a troublesome to my families' name, because of my lacked of confidence and self-esteem to a high society class. Except to my parents who's always there to encourage me and to keep me moving forward when I always said to myself that 'I'm useless'.
Ballet is always been my favorite hobby. Because ballet helps me to be calmed and to be freed like a bird, but when my parents died in a car crash in my eleventh birthday in a hurry to go home and give my present. My world starts to crumbled and fell in the midst of loneliness. I cried and cried hoping that it was all a dream but it wasn't, and that's the start of pains and hardship in my life because of my Aunt. My Aunt Elizabeth, whose my mother's stepsister, who is always been jealous to mom's beauty and lucked, always tortured me and ordered me to clean around the house and do all the house chores without even giving me pity or mercy on what life I came through after my parents died.
When she's with our families or other people, her appearance is different. My aunt seems to be very kind and act like a whole new different person but inside, it's all just an ACT. All those faked smiles and faked sweet words that she always gave to me to other people were just the opposite on what she was saying badly to me. It was hard to live in that estate for how many years, but thanked goodness! I escaped to my Aunt's brutality, and now here I am in the street; striving to live in this messy world I'm in.
Gruuuu! My stomach grumbled in a loud sound. Making all people around the street turn their attention at me and began to whisper at one another. I lowered my head in embarrassment and slowly stood to search some edible garbage foods again to eat. Rummaging into the garbage box in the back alley was really a big bad idea to do and it feels like I'm going to vomit on what's inside this garbage box. All of them are not even that edible as it looks and not even proper to eat by a human, but I have to keep on searching--- to survive in this messy world. While rummaging inside the garbage box, I suddenly heard a rumble of men that is getting nearer and nearer into the back alley.
I panicked and afraid on what to do. To my instinct I quickly dive inside to the garbage box to hide. Inside the garbage box there was a small hole. I peeked and watched on what's happening and there seem to be a fight between a group of men and guy who dressed up nicely with a long coat and wore a top hat which hid his face in the dark shadow of the alley. The fight was intense and it's really a bloody mess to watch it. Bloods were spreading all over and I feel like vomiting from the smell of the blood and the also the mix of the smell of the garbage inside to where I am. After a while, the group of men suddenly retreated back and left the other guy who still stood there watching them run like cowards. He sighed and walked through the garbage box which I'm still inside and slump his body to it. While waiting for him to go away my stomach suddenly grumbled in a loud sound. Augh! Thank you stomach! For making me see my death. "I know that you're in there..." He said in a calmed and husky voiced which really give the thrills.
