Quaking, Mia lifted her head from the floor, her wispy gold hair falling into her eyes. She heaved a heavy sigh. She had fallen. She had fallen again. Then a voice cried out in horror. It was her mother. “Mia!” The next thing she knew, Mrs. Finley had rushed to her in panic and reached out a hand to help her up.
Ballet Slippers
Ballet Slippers
Ballet Slippers
Quaking, Mia lifted her head from the floor, her wispy gold hair falling into her eyes. She heaved a heavy sigh. She had fallen. She had fallen again. Then a voice cried out in horror. It was her mother. “Mia!” The next thing she knew, Mrs. Finley had rushed to her in panic and reached out a hand to help her up.