The burning thought of being chosen in an elite class like this is like the ever flowing desire that urges man to keep dreaming. Long ago I once catered for my parents after they bore a dreadful illness and soon after I was told to enrol in a school made for someone of my skill, though many tasked me along the way, I chose to stuck through till the end.
The teacher here seemed to take a liking to me and soon after my peers took it upon themselves to mock me for it, surprised to say I was pretty much the loser in the class even though back at my old school I was quite popular.
Regardless of the treatment I was getting in this school, I knew I had to press onward as this scholarship was the only way to secure a job for myself as a violinist not to mention to provide a way to pay off for the medical bill for my parents, after all I am their only child.
Despite having my head in the clouds most of the time, this school doesn’t quite hide anything from their students its almost like there are backdoors to a fantasy world, but then again I may just be imagining things.
Reflecting on what has taken place in my life I must say, dreams do come true but not without hard work and pure dedication to a single craft, in the end it all comes down to how one thinks and whether or not they believe they can make a difference in this world.
This concludes chapter one of Circle of Pride.
© Roderick Lukenge
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