Breaking Away

February 3, 2012
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The air here felt fresh on my face, different from London's. It was the perfect omen, proving I had done the right thing, coming here so impulsively, against my father's wish that I perform in his opera house. I stepped down from the train, my shoes rustling dust gathered on the platform, so different from the on that had seen me off, but my smile never faltered.

I had been so lucky to get this job. And although this town was small, insignificant compared to the whole world, the schoolhouse it held was my opera house. The one I wanted.

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StrangeJade This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 26, 2012 at 8:30 pm
Short and sweet, but also only 100 words, you showed your readers a world and a life, however small the window. Bravo! :)
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