The girl fingered the edge of her black shirt. She watched as people gathered around. The crowd grew larger with each passing minute; however, she didn’t walk any closer and no one paid her any attention.
Everyone else began cheering or clapping. There were shouts and screams. The girl on the periphery had her mouth drawn in a tight line while her hands stayed by her side.
She started to walk away. Her feet carried her in the opposite direction, away from the crowd. Nevertheless, the loud cheers reached her ears.
Walking faster, she nearly tripped over a crack in the ground. But the girl stayed upright.
But her fingers still clutched the edge of her shirt.
Her fingers hurt.
Herminia Chow 
Ooo… What’s going on? Good one!
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I wish younger me would’ve developed this story further. Thanks!
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You can keep going with it though.
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Mmm I have no idea what happens next.
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Maybe something will come, lol.
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Maybe. Maybe not. 😛
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How about a violinist in a concert competition leaving the stage after competing. That’s what I was picturing.
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Ooo that’s a good idea.
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Start writing. I originally thought celloist but couldn’t spell it (Still can’t!) LOL
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Hahaha. Does it not autocorrect?
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