With the door opened with a crash, a stream of people rushed out of the stadium, straightly toward the burning hot streets, their talking and laughing seeming to ignite the dull summer noon.
It was the last day of my dancing class. The teachers had decided to close up the session with a joint performance. As the lead dancer, I had stood in front of the whole group, relishing the fuzzy envy of other children.
After lunch, my mother went out to work, leaving me alone in the sweltering heat of the rented house. Silence reigned.
Sitting in the chair next to the window, I managed to catch some breeze. Later, after randomly selecting a book from the shelf I started to read. The book's name was "Norwegian Forest".
Although it was difficult for me to understand the content, I did feel a strange anxiety and hunger, leading me deep into the mysterious forest of it, in which I saw a fair fairy maiden showering in a lake, taking away all my breath and soul. But I was startled to see a drop of sweat dripping down from my forehead form a circle on the rough page. Closing the book hastily, I thrust it back to where it had been found.
My heart beating, lips dry, breath fast, I couldn't help but stare at the cemented floor. As if something important had been taken out of my brain, I felt so lost and perturbed.
A true fact slipped by my mind, "Tomorrow I won't have to dance."
It was the last day of my dancing class, but it was the first time that I have caught a glimpse of my passion for life.