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Chapter 3: Crash Bang Crash

 
Sophia-la-Claire grabbed her coat and ran out the door. She ran all the way to the hospital without stopping, and tears ran though her eyes. When she got to the hospital, she bashed through the doors and into the reception. She ran to the reception lady and asked
"I got told to come immediately, please tell me what's wrong!"
"Sophia-la-Claire?" questioned the lady with a puzzled face.
"Yes," Sophia-la-Claire said shyly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry but...your mother and sister died..." said the lady as her voice trailed off. Tears shot up in Sophia-la-Claire's eyes.
"How... what... when...?" stumbled Sophia-le-Claire. She couldn't even pull herself together to say a proper sentence. "Then, where will I stay or live?" wailed Sophie-le-Claire. But before the reception lady could reply, a nurse with a clipboard came in.
"Sophia-le-Claire?" she said in a soft tone.
"Yes," Sophia-le-Claire said looking shyly at the lady.
"Please come with me," the nurse said, putting her hand out.
"Okay, where are we going?" said Sophia-la-Claire while looking around.
"We're going to find out what to do with you," she said in a more picky voice than before. The corridors were covered in creased white wallpaper and the air smelt like old medicine. Sophia-la-Claire had been to the hospital before but only when Mademoiselle Jews took her in to receive a painful injection."You will have to wait in the children's room until we can find you a place to stay at," said the nurse back in her normal soft voice. Sophia-le-Claire didn't speak. So the nurse added, "Do you have any relatives?" Sophia-le-Claire shook her head
"No, my mother didn't tell me about any relatives." The nurse sighed. As the nurse started to walk out Sophia-le-Claire said, "I know where I'm going, I'm going to an adoption centre... again," sighed Sophia-le-Claire while pulling at the hair of an old toy doll.
"Well, I never know," stuttered the nurse.
 "I know you're lying, Terri," Sophia-le-Claire judged while she looked at the nurse.
"How did you know my name?" questioned Nurse Terri with piercing eyes.
"I can read your badge from here," sighed Sophia-le-Claire.
"You must have good eyes because my badge is tiny!" exclaimed Terri.
"My mother used to say I had good eyes," said Sophia-le-Claire as she got up.
"Wait here... I will be back in a minute or so," explained Nurse Terri. Sophia-le-Claire looked outside into the skinny street. She looked at the sea, how it stopped splashing against the mossy rocks and how the birds in the damp trees stopped hymning their beautifully perfect songs. Everything was idle. Sophia-le-Claire couldn't bare everything so idle, so she ran back to the yellow blow-up chair in the middle of the room and she just sat there crying, soulful tears of love, anger, hate and so many more feelings you can get! By the time Nurse Terri came back, Sophia-le-Claire was red in the face as a ripe tomato.
"Whatever is the problem, dear?" asked Nurse Terri.
"It's my life, it's had so many ups and downs," mumbled Sophia-le-Claire with her head in her knees.
"I'm sorry," said Nurse Terri with a sorrowed face.
"Why?" questioned Sophia-le-Claire, looking up at Nurse Terri.
"Well, this is probably a down for you because..." but before Nurse Terri could say any more, Sophia-le-Claire butted in.
"I'm going to an adoption centre." She looked as Nurse Terri's face changed from a slight smile to a frown like she was about to cry as well.
"Can I walk there? I know where it is," said Sophia-le-Claire.
"Oh sorry, but I'm driving you because you're going to a new adoption centre," said Nurse Terri. As Nurse Terri went to go get her car keys from the staff room, Sophia-le-Claire started to walk out of the hospital into the car park. When Nurse Terri finally got her keys and went to the car park, Sophia-le-Claire was standing at her car.
"How you know that was mine?" questioned Nurse Terri.
"Lucky guess," answered Sophia-le-Claire. "By the way, can I make one last stop?" questioned Sophia-le-Claire.
"Sure, where do you want to stop?" asked Nurse Terri.

Chapter 2: Daily House Choruses

Sophia-le-Claire ran back inside quickly so she could finish her choruses and start practising her ballet with Mademoiselle Diamond in her attic at the top of a tiny apartment, which is in a small dirty alleyway near the shops. Sophia-le-Claire had been going to her for at least a year and a half, and she dances along side with the most amazing dancers, with their graceful points and sculpted-like bends. Sophia-le-Claire wished she could dance most gracefully or most softly like them. As she slowly slipped on her tattered ballet points, she started to cry for her mother's death anniversary was tomorrow and the reason why she cried at this very point in time is because Sophia-la-Claire's mother died doing what she did best, ballet. Why did she always cry? she thought to herself. Maybe her mother did, but she would never know because she died when Sophia-le-Claire was so young. As Sophia-le-Claire cried, the phone rang. She quickly wiped away the tears and ran to the phone.
    "Bonjour, Mademoiselle Jew's house,' said Sophia-la-Claire trying to hold back the tears from before.
    "Bonjour, can you please come to the hospital now!' said a man in a very worried voice. Sophia-la-Claire heard voices shouting in the background. Her head was spinning round in circles, wondering what that happen but before she could ask any more the man hung up. 

A Ballerina's End is a Beginning

    It was icy cold when Sophia-La-Claire awakened from her dreamy sleep. She could see the last drops of rain from last night freezing over on her windowsill as if there was still the spirit of life inside them, trying to battle off the determined ice. Sophia-la-Claire could hear the faint whistle of the cattery birds which sat on the drooping willow trees outside her glass window. Then Sophia-la-Claire spoke:
    "Morning France." Her voice so graceful, so delightful that the whole world seemed to stop when Sophia-la-Claire spoke her simple words. The birds stop chattering, the sea waves stopped fighting against the shore and the willows stopped swaying from side to side. The atmosphere was almost perfect until...
    "Get up, Sofa-Le-Couch," snorted Gretel through her hyena laugh.
    "Bonjour Mademoiselle. Sorry for my tardiness, I will be down in a minute to cook breakfast," quoted Sophia-la-Claire.
    "I want maple pancakes and hurry up! Mother is getting hungry," snapped Gretel in her normal croaky voice.
    "Morning, Mademoiselle Jews," said Sophia-le-Claire softly as she passed her bedroom door. Though in her outrageous rush to get breakfast for her irritating adoption sister and mother, Sophia-le-Claire saw Gretel peering at her with sour eyes.
    "Breakfast is needily done, Mademoiselle," said Sophia-le-Claire as she saw Gretel peering at her behind her back.
    "Good! Really it shouldn't take so long just to cook some French pancakes!" exclaimed Gretel in a loud tone.
    Then Gretel went off to her room. Finally. Sophia-le-Claire had some peace and quiet all to herself. These were the parts of the day she loved best, the parts when she could be herself. Of course, with a wicked sister and sour mother like Jewels, the quietness was only for a minute or maybe even two if she was lucky. Jewels was Sophia-le-Claire's adoption mother, everyone just called her Jews and Sophia-le Claire always thought it was such a waste of a magical name on a lousy woman.
     "Where's my breakfast?" screamed Jews, when she came out of the bedroom. Sophia-le-Claire couldn't but laugh a little when she saw Mademoiselle Jews' face covered in a facial mask. "What are you laughing at?" shouted Jews, when she caught Sophia-le-Claire at the side of her eye. "Well, what is it?" questioned Jews. Sophia stood frozen, not knowing what to say to her mum.
      "It's because you have a lumps all on your face, Mummy" quoted Gretel in her sweet girl voice. Jews sighed.
      "You just will never learn! Will you, Sophia-le-Claire?" she softly said. Then Gretel gave a sour look. "Come on, Gretel leave Sophia and go get ready for ballet," jessed Jews. "And Sophia, here is a list of what you need to do while I'm out!" said Jews, then she chucked her list at her and stormed back into her room.
      "Pardon me, Mademoiselle, except you didn't touch your gourmet pancakes," said Sophia-le-Claire while holding up the pancakes with one hand leaning against the door to hear what she had to say.
      "Oh, go away with your stupid disgusting pancakes. Those wouldn't be good enough for the neighbour cats and dogs to eat," shouted Jews in her irritated voice. Sophia-le-Claire scampered away like mice in a café being chased by the waiter. Sophia-le-Claire didn't want to get in Jews bad books today, and because she was always in Gretel's she didn't bother to ask.
      "Okay, now we will be home by 4:00pm, so I want you to complete all the things on the sheet plus visit the deli market and buy some actual gourmet foods," shouted Jews.
      "Good-bye," said Sophia-le Claire to them as they drove off into the distance.
 
 
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