Fat raindrops pelted the window where Clara stared out at the darkness. She replayed the past six months of her life over and over in her mind until everything was as blurry as her view. It wasn’t like her to get depressed over another audition where she didn’t make the cut again. Her toes were aching under the bandages, her calves cramped, and she had her routine perfected. She thought about how hard she had worked to get to where she was now, and decided not to worry anymore about these small time dance studios because she knew she was destined to be a star.
Written for: Five Sentence Fiction