She thought she was on her way to the top...
Sixteen-year-old Natalya Pushkaya has one dream and one dream only: becoming the best ballerina ever. Dancing's always been who she is and she's working her hardest to land the main role of the School of Performing Arts' end-of-the-year showcase. But...will she make it?
Within a week, Natalya's life will be changed forever.
Prequel novelette of One, Two, Three
One Dream Only was ranked in the first 10 short reads for young adult a few weeks back.
It has received positive reviews and is the prequel novelette of my full-length novel One Two Three.
I'd like to translate it in as many languages as possible.
Three days after the audition
March 21st, 6 p.m.
BLOOD.
The blood is everywhere. On the snow. On my hands. Dripping down my left eyebrow. In my mouth. The metallic taste is on my tongue, overwhelming and overpowering. Stabbing pain shoots through my neck right to my head, and my body is numb from the cold. I shiver without being able to control it. Snow flurries fall steadily on my face, wetting my lips. My throat burns as if I spent hours screaming or crying. The shadows of the trees close in on me.
My breathing accelerates.
How did I wind up here? I close my eyes but I get dizzy, as if I turned in a fast pirouette without having a steady point to anchor me. I open my eyes again, my brain searching for answers, but the memory takes too long to come to me.
Oh.
Papa and I were on the way to the airport.
That’s right. I hadn’t wanted to leave the house while Papa looked so sad, so lost. I hadn’t wanted to go back to school in New York. So what if the School of Performing Arts where I have been a student for the past two years has a very strict attendance policy?
But despite my protests, he’d simply looked at me with a frown I’d never seen on him before and insisted I get my suitcase. He’d said that my staying in Maine with him and Mama wouldn’t help them sort out their issues.
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French
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Translation in progress.
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