ONCE UPON A GIRL.

A young lady could be seen cycling her bike. She was sweaty and panting like though being chased. Her directions was towards the woods which was prohibited. She climbed off her bike immediately she found herself close to a tomb. The girl sniffed, walked close to it and began to cry.

"Only if my wish was granted" she muttered tensed. Just then, she began to hear echoes and footsteps. Was she found? She quickly turned around but saw no one. She breathe loudly and tried to erase every form of fear from her memory. She faced the tomb and wondered why she felt the tomb was calling out to her. In her thoughts, she realized that a drop of something liquid was on her hair from the tree close to the tomb. She touched her head with her fingers. It was blood. She Swifty cleaned her hand on her trouser and raised her head gracefully.

"Arghhhhh!!!".

The police station that stood at a T-junction, was busy since November on missing persons. It came to the hearing that a young girl went missing all of a sudden after having a fight with her mother. Inspector justin stared at the case before him. He couldn't concentrate due to the tears and lament of the victim's mother.

"Mrs we are looking into the matter" he assured as he handed her a tissue.

"Seriously! You've being saying that since the day I got here. It's been two days officer! Your patrol team aren't working" she retort furiously as the inspector sighed heavily. He was used to hearing parents complains and threat against the FBI. The inspector heaved a sigh, as he rested his head on his chair. He needed to sought a way to convince these people.

A beautiful mansion laid on the interim of the city. It was a conglomerate that owns it. Most people of the city admired this building which was made of glass and sparked at night. Anastasia was an only child of this family and was given the love and attention she needed, but yet something was missing. At night, she always stare at her window, viewing the lights that appears from skyscrapers around. She had always wished for one thing which was freedom.

"Anastasia?" Her mother called walking up to her as she smiled.

"Yes Mom" she replied. Her mother gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"You are late for today's practice... And guess who is performing today..." Her mother posed as Anastasia gazed with probing eyes. Could it be her crush? Or please let it be! She had always wished to perform with him live.

"Is it..." She paused and her mother nodded.

"So hurry up and get ready I don't want to see that grumpy face of yours okay... Brace up sweetie... Miss Vera would come get you anytime soon" her mother concluded as anastasia blushed. She waved her mother goodbye and danced round like though in a ball party. She viewed her wide room and smiled at the pictures that she pasted on her pink wall. She was like an influencer but a shy one. She was bold on her camera but timid outside. Finally she was going to practice with the superstar of her dreams. She spin towards the wall that had his pictures and picked one.

"Oh please God may he notice me!" She prayed as she hugged his picture. Anastasia had always tried to tell her feelings. Certainly all girls had crush on him. He was an idol and won awards as a superstar. The door of her room was opened and miss Vera walked in.

"Let's get ready princess... You have a ball practice" miss Vera praised with a smile. Anastasia suddenly pulled a frown immediately when miss Vera packed her hair. She stared at the mirror and gasped.

"What if he doesn't like me?" She asked and miss Vera pulled a frown.

"Who wouldn't like a beautiful, rich, woman like you?" She replied as she applied oilment to her hair.

"Am ugly Vera... I keep covering it with make-up... When would I be loved naturally." She confessed walking away from the mirror.

"I don't want to go for the ball practice... I would be teased always" she furthered as tears flowed down her eyes. She wasn't good in anything. She just wanted to join the ball dance so she could see her idol live and perform him. That's with her father's connections.

"Com'on Ana... it's just a scar...and we love you the way you are" miss Vera console as she paced towards Anastasia who had buried her head on her puffy pillow.

The student's ball room was a large one as boys and girls of similar age could be seen practicing, chatting and play. They were quite early and their tutors haven't arrived. Anastasia walked in majestically. She had a body guard behind her and held spark in her arms. She was looking gorgeous in her outfit.

"It's not even the live show yet" Lilian whispered to her girls of three. Everyone here had their own groups but Anastasia was an island of her own.

"Seems like daddy's girl has arrived" Richard teased as Anastasia eyed him. She beckoned on her guard to follow her every move. There were little murmurs amongst the trainees and it was centred on Anastasia.

The tutor walked in. It was a slender woman who was in her late 40's yet looked she was in her 20's. Every tutor treated anastasia specially Even if she was bad at it, she was just their goddess. This act of theirs created animosity towards her by most of the students. They already knew that she might be picked along side to perform with the superstar. Afterall, father was always there to support her dreams. Non of her achievements were gotten from her efforts.

"1..2..eyes on me!!!" she ordered as everyone stood by the bar. Only Anastasia had her own bar with spark by her side. Spark stretched her hands and curbed her body under her legs. She watched Anastasia in anticipation and fell asleep due to boredom on her comfy little bed. Anastasia was sweating, she haven't even began yet. She was fat and needed to work on herself. Quickly, her body guard brought a face towel and cleaned her face. She flipped her fingers at him to go and stand at his position; which was standing behind her.