Magic Ballerina 13-18 - Darcey Bussell

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problems? Although she had to admit it sounded very exciting, an image of Chloe came into her head followed by a picture of her mum waving goodbye.

      “Look, I’m sorry, I’ve enough problems of my own right now,” she said quickly. “I just can’t fix other people’s problems too. Maybe another time.” She turned away, wondering how she got the shoes to take her home. She tried wishing.

      I wish I could go back, she thought. But nothing happened.

      Remembering The Wizard of Oz, she clicked her heels together three times. Still nothing happened.

      The White Cat walked curiously round her. “What are you doing?”

      Holly turned away. She didn’t want to see him; she wanted to get back to her bedroom. Think carefully, she told herself. She’d been dancing when the shoes had worked before, so maybe that was what she had to do?

      She ran forward and turned a pirouette. Home, home, home, she thought as hard as she could, shutting her eyes. But when she blinked them open again she was still standing in the wood.

      The White Cat leapt joyously in front of her. “Oh, is this a game, Holly? I like games! Look how many pirouettes I can do!” He turned round on the spot so many times that Holly’s mouth dropped open.

      “It’s not a game. I just want to go home!” she exclaimed. “I have to. For a start, my aunt and uncle are going to be really worried about me …”

      “No, they won’t be,” interrupted the cat. “No time will pass in the human world while you are here. You’ll go back and it will be as if you haven’t been away.”

      “But I can’t stay,” Holly protested. “Look, will you please just tell me how I get these shoes to work and take me home?”

      “You can’t make the shoes do what you want.” The White Cat’s brilliant eyes met hers. “They’ll take you back when the problem is solved, but you won’t be able to make them take you back before. The magic doesn’t work like that.”

      “Oh.” Holly sat down on a fallen tree trunk. “So I’m really stuck here?” she said faintly.

      “It’s not that bad, is it?” the White Cat said, giving her a hopeful look.

      Holly felt tears prickle her eyes. She dashed them away with the back of her hand.

      “Oh, I see.” The cat looked suddenly deflated, like an old balloon. “It really is that bad.” He sat down on the log and shook his head. “I don’t understand it. I’ve never heard of a human girl not wanting to help before.” He twisted his tail anxiously in his paws. “It must be me. I must have messed things up. I was just so excited to meet you.”

      His pointed ears flattened unhappily.

      Holly began to feel bad. “It’s not your fault,” she said.

      “But it must be,” the cat muttered sadly.

      “It isn’t.”

      Holly looked at his drooping ears. She couldn’t bear it. “OK. Look, I will stay and help you.”

      The change was instant. The cat leaped up from the tree trunk, his ears back in points. “Oh, my shimmering whiskers and glittering tail!” He jumped high into the air, crossing his feet over and over again. “That’s wonderful! Thank you! Thank you, so much!” He grabbed her hands and twirled her around as fast as he could.

      Despite her reluctance, Holly unexpectedly found herself starting to smile. His excitement was infectious. “So what do you need help with?” she gasped as they stopped and the world spun dizzily around her.

      The White Cat smiled at her. “Sit down and I’ll explain …”

      

      “It all started this morning,” the White Cat began to tell Holly. “It’s exactly a year to the day since Princess Aurelia and Prince Florimund got married. The King and Queen are having a party this evening and the King has said that everyone who was at the wedding has to be there tonight to do the same dance that they did at the ceremony.

      “I’ve been put in charge of organising it. All the others arrived yesterday: the princes’s brother and two sisters; Princess Aurelia’s fairy godmother, Lila; the other fairies who were at Aurelia’s christening; Puss in Boots, Goldilocks, Bluebeard and his wife, Little Red Riding Hood, the bluebird, the enchanted princess and all the palace courtiers as well. We started practising the dance, but then suddenly, just a few hours ago, Red Riding Hood decided to go home.”

      “She just left?”

      Holly still wasn’t sure about being in this land, but she could feel herself being drawn more and more into the story she was hearing.

      The White Cat nodded. “All of a sudden. I found a note from her saying she’d decided to go home. The trouble is that means we are now one person short for the dance. I was just on my way to her house to try and persuade her to come back, but now the shoes have solved the problem. You can take Red Riding Hood’s place!”

      Holly felt a rush of excitement. So to help him, all she had to do was dance with the characters from her favourite ballet? That sounded OK to her!

      “I can’t wait to get back to the palace and introduce you to everyone,” continued the White Cat. “But I think we’d better just stop by at Red Riding Hood’s house on the way. I just want to check she’s all right. It’s not like her to let people down.” He pointed through the trees.

      “Her house is just over there. We could go by magic, but it won’t take us long to walk and I love the woods in autumn. Oh, Holly!” He rubbed her cheek with the side of his head. “I’m really glad I was the one to meet you and that you are the new owner of the shoes!”

      Holly stroked his fur. She was secretly beginning to feel quite glad she was the new owner of the shoes too!

      They started walking along the path.

      “So tell me about you,” the White Cat said curiously.

      “I live with my aunt and uncle. My mum and dad are ballet dancers.” Holly quickly told the White Cat about her life.

      “You must miss your mum a lot,” said the White Cat with concern.

      Holly nodded.

      “But I bet you have lots of friends,” he went on.

      “Um, not really,” Holly admitted awkwardly.

      “Why not?”

      Holly shrugged.

      The White Cat spun away, jumped into the air and touched his toes, before landing lightly. “Well, you’ve got me now!” He grabbed her hands and waltzed her down the path. Holly giggled. She didn’t think she ever wanted a friend other than her mum before, but the White Cat was so much fun.

      “So, tell me something more about you,” he said eagerly. “What do you like? What don’t you like? What are you scared of?”

      Holly blinked at all the questions. “Um, well, I like ballet. I don’t like school. What am

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