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A Puddle of Tears

The following script is from my book. I hope you enjoy this little bit enough to buy my book when it is published.

Susan de Landor was a talented girl. Her dream and goal in life was to become the greatest ballerina that ever lived. She was halfway there. At the age of six her tutor, friend, and nanny said to Susan’s parents that she could no longer teach the girl anything that she didn’t already know. “Susan’s body memory,” she said, “is perfect. It is most likely that she has the best body memory on in the world.” At seven Susan and her new instructor, a master at the art of ballerina, were invited to the Queen of England’s Royal Birthday Party to perform and talk to the queen herself! Susan was of course thrilled. Little did she know that the Queen actually planned to give Susan a check for $100,000 as a gift, for the Queen admired Susan and the girl had reminded her of herself when she was younger. Susan was on a plane and headed towards England when she died. One of the planes engines failed due to poor maintenance and later exploded. It was estimated that had the pilot not tried to restart the engine. Susan, her family, and her new and old instructors would have had time to reach the parachutes and jump. As it was the pilot did his best and no one survived the crash into the Atlantic Ocean. Later when the Landor’s relatives were going through their house they found Susan’s diary. It was remarkable that the girl hadn’t taken it because she was always seen and in pictures with it. The last entry read as follows: Dear Diary, Today we are finally off for England. I heard mummy and daddy talking about someone I didn’t know in the next room. Daddy never mentioned a name, just things like, “no one knows which plane we’re going to take.” and “if he really meant his threat then he would have gone for our house instead.” Mommy sounded worried though, like the time I landed wrong and broke my finger. She cried for a while too. Not happy crying like at her birthday, more of the kind like when Daddy and her fight. I love you Diary you are my bestest friend in the world. I won’t take you to see the Queen though. Daddy says I can’t because it’s not proper. I’m only seven! He’s even making me sit between him and Mommy! I wish I could sit up by the driver. I guess I’m just too young. Maybe when I get older things will change or I’ll change. Good night Diary Later when divers were sent to search for the bodies of the dead it was found that both Susan’s legs had been broken in the fall and her parent’s neck were broken. Had Susan not been wedged between her parents then she would have been able to escape that sinking deathtrap and swim to the land 300 feet away, even with her broken legs. Investigators concluded that had the Landor’s taken their other plane they would have been fine. The phone call talked about in Susan’s diary was later traced and found that the caller was fourteen years old and had called due to a “spin-the-bottle” dare given to him by friends he was trying to be cool with. He is now facing a sentence of life in prison. When his therapist was talked to later all he would say was this, “The kid came in silent, and he has never spoken a word since the day he found out what happened. He didn’t say anything to the judge during his trial except this, ‘I deserve to die. Please kill me so I can apologize to her in heaven.’ He later tried to kill himself by jumping off the roof of his house before he was brought to me.” Less than a month after my talk with the therapist, the boy finally took a butter knife and plunged it into his eye and forcing it into his brain causing instant death. A note found in his mouth read as follows, “I hope she’s dancing for Jesus, because she was good at it.”