[A Hunger Games fan fiction]

Little girls dream about becoming prima ballerinas and getting to dance Swan Lake or Giselle. For Anastasia that dream was a reality. She got the fancy tutus and got to dance on big stages in her pink satin pointe shoes. But the wrong step of your foot and it can all come crashing down around you. After a broken ankle and being told she will never dance professionally again, Anastasia also has to move away from her beloved New York City, to a small town in the middle of nowhere with no shopping malls! How could someone used to the big city lights and time square live where there are mosquitos the size of cows? Not to mention a lot of very friendly people, who are not trying to mug you. No way will she get used to living in a small town. She longs to be back home in the Big Apple, but something sings to her from her new found home. Anastasia will have to learn to love her new life and the new people in it. If your life changed in a split second, you aren’t supposed to stop living, you are supposed to continue.