Disclaimer: I do not own ANY musicals, although I truly wish I did.
She runs away. She runs away as fast as she can. "Don't look back," she thinks to herself. Right turn, and down the dark alley. Screech to a halt in front of the door. She darts inside. "Maybe they'll forget..." Realization hits her. "No; that will never happen."
Noises. She dashes behind a broken mirror. Voices. They become louder, louder; then fading, and fading once more.
She creeps out from her hiding place and races to the upstairs window. Up, up, and up the stairs. Down the dark corridor she runs. Faster, faster! She jumps up onto the sill in time to see them scamper away into the night.
She breathes a sigh of relief, curls up, and falls asleep.
*****
"Margaret! Hurry up, or we'll be late!" Voices floated inside my head. Margaret? Who's Margaret?
I sat up and parted the dusty curtains. The street was bright, and people were about. I leapt down from my perch and traveled down the hallway, hesitating every so often to listen for threats.
I managed to get through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the door with no difficulty. The family appeared to have left. I daintily stepped down from the doorway and into the alley. I paused, looking left and right, deciding which way to go.
To the left was the busy street. I saw streetcars and innocent townspeople walking to church. I heard the bell ring from the chapel. The people quickened their steps.
To the right was a little road leading to the east side of town. It was a rough cobblestone path. Beyond the path, I could see thick glades of trees. With a final glance at the street, I took a step to my right, exited the alley, and started down the road towards my new life.
She runs away. She runs away as fast as she can. "Don't look back," she thinks to herself. Right turn, and down the dark alley. Screech to a halt in front of the door. She darts inside. "Maybe they'll forget..." Realization hits her. "No; that will never happen."
Noises. She dashes behind a broken mirror. Voices. They become louder, louder; then fading, and fading once more.
She creeps out from her hiding place and races to the upstairs window. Up, up, and up the stairs. Down the dark corridor she runs. Faster, faster! She jumps up onto the sill in time to see them scamper away into the night.
She breathes a sigh of relief, curls up, and falls asleep.
*****
"Margaret! Hurry up, or we'll be late!" Voices floated inside my head. Margaret? Who's Margaret?
I sat up and parted the dusty curtains. The street was bright, and people were about. I leapt down from my perch and traveled down the hallway, hesitating every so often to listen for threats.
I managed to get through the corridor, down the stairs, and out the door with no difficulty. The family appeared to have left. I daintily stepped down from the doorway and into the alley. I paused, looking left and right, deciding which way to go.
To the left was the busy street. I saw streetcars and innocent townspeople walking to church. I heard the bell ring from the chapel. The people quickened their steps.
To the right was a little road leading to the east side of town. It was a rough cobblestone path. Beyond the path, I could see thick glades of trees. With a final glance at the street, I took a step to my right, exited the alley, and started down the road towards my new life.
