It was almost like living. Living a reality that wasn't yours. Stepping foot into someone else's life and letting everyone else know what it was like.
Becoming stronger through someone else's character development or being hit by someone's struggles.
It was similar to telling a story, but instead of telling you were being. You were the story.
And that is the magic of a play.
YOU ARE READING
A Cup Of Tea
RandomDespite the title, this won't have much to do with tea and the author doesn't even like tea. This is just me, writing short stories about whatever I wanna write about. I'm just a lonely high schooler, putting her writing out there for the world to s...
