The Long walk

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The butterflies going through her stomach as she entered the dark room that had served as her Drama Literature class. There was a foreboding bright white light to which her weak legs carried her. The ‘click-clack’ of her heeled footsteps that carried her in front of her instructors for the past six weeks. Standing there Emily left leaving no traces of her personality. Mrs. Malaprop entered to take her place.
A forty-year-old English woman of the time period of the 1860’s was Ms. Malaprop. She became a spirit who had in a way possessed Emily. She spoke in a proper English voice, to which she scolded her niece, “ There sir Charles, there sits a deliberate simpleton who wishes to disgrace her family and lavish her self on a fellow not worth a shilling…