Behind the Closed Door
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Concluida jue, jul 4, 201918m
Have you ever been gripped by a fear that holds you back? Some may fear spiders, some may fear heights, and some may fear public speaking... But Elle has a fear that hinders her from interacting with the outside world... leaving her apartment. She's not sure when this fear began to manifest inside her, but now she lives inside her apartment ordering food from various take outs and working on the computer. It's a comfy life, but when Elle gets a random stranger knocking on her door, her world is about to change. She's going to have to face her fears, her problems, and take a step into the outside world.
**This was a play I wrote back during my senior year of high school!
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