Stolen Dance Poorness was awful. When I Was 7 or 8 my mum died when a horrible rain storm came. The city was wiped out, except the ballroom which was in a huge mansion which survived. My father was at high seas making deliveries to other places. Being poor meant you had nothing to grab and hold on to. I had a dream when I was little. I dreamed that I dancing in the ballroom of the mansion. I am 14 right now. My dad died on a delivery to England. I have been mourning the death of my poor parents. Mentally and Physically. I have a tiny room in the tore down country. A wave wiped many. Many evacuated before the storm. We did not. We all went to the huge mansion seeking advice, but he went off with some people in a private jet. People that were left behind took shelter in his house. The waves came inside, I had wandered into a room that locked down and didn't open until the storm was gone and I saw my mum and sissy dead. I have drawn all kinds of drawings of the dance I dream of. Me and a blur for now where dancing in the ballroom. It was updated and we were dancing not slow, but a fast beautiful dance was playing. We dance all night long as the#moonrises. We leave and the sun is shining. Then all of the torn down buildings came up and were fixed and next my dead mum and sissy showed up. "We are so proud of you darling," she said. They disappeared and I was only in a dream. The next day as I walked in and saw a boy my age checking out the room. I told him the story of every thing and he had moved here never hearing of this storm. His dad was sick and he came looking for herbs. I told him there were none I went to my shack and gathered and gave them to him. I went back and found a drawing that had fallen from him. It was him and a blur dancing. That was mine too. I ran through the streets looking for him with a trunk of drawings and oil pastels. The first dream of a person who is poor is about to come true. I met him at his house and we went to the ballroom and called the owner and everyone who wanted to come to the biggest dance in history for now. It was the night of the Ball of Dance. I had on my mask and everyone has on simple dresses compared to me because entry fee was 10$. They provided me the dress they were saving for their daughter. Everyone looked at me in shock and the music came on. I ran to the floor looking for him. His name was Charles Xavier. He might sound rich, but he was not. I looked all around for him and finally he showed up. His hair was messy, but his clothes were stunning. He grabbed my hands and we danced as the music played on. I walked outside two days later all the ruins were fixed and the population got bigger. I had two statues built my mum and sissy. I remember to this day that my mum talked to me. And one night death greeted me