you sit there and listen. You hear what has to be said. When suddenly you hear somthing that appeals to you we are going to be preforming romeo and juliet your fav play you close your eyes and begin to wander images flash in your mind of you on stage gazing out speaking your lines as if they are your own people clapping standing oveation you bow you curtsey they all enjoyed it you made them happy. You are a star people loved your prefomance you become more popular at school everyone whants to be your friend


then you stop a cold hand wrappes around your heart I will never get the part I will never have that chance there are people who are so much better than you who have been doing this since they could walk

a crystle tear slides down your cheek and lands on the desk. The frist of many tears to fall for you know that what you want more than anything has been snatched away from you leaving you alone in your own little bubble

you open your eyes and see the futer stars sitting have a giggle with there friends and you know that they are talking about you why is the wrold so wrong? you ask yourself as you try to hold back tears

you are the louser and will never be the winner