April was bored. She couldn't teach, and her ankle that was in a black strap and elevated on a pillow was bothering her. It was itchy. She had proabably reached over to her leg to scratch over a hundred times (luckily she could dance and was amazing at stretching), her back had started to ache. She ignored the twitch and reached over to her phone and decided to go on social media.What app first....? Instagram of course! She clicked on the rainbow camera icon. She checked the comments on the latest photo she posted, a click of her and the dance team. She scrolled down, past all of the usual 'How adorable!😘😘😘' and 'So cute...' until something out of the ordinary caught her eye. The comment bore:
xxx_charlie_xxx
'U better hide all the knives in ur house, n maybe get a camera'
Another one said:
xxx_charlie_xxx
'N maybe lock urself in a room'
Wait. That was a death threat. Those were death threats! Huh. Who was xxx_charlie_xxx? Ohnononono. Well, April wasn't the gullible type to run away and actually lock herself in a room. But she was hungry. She limped over to the fridge and grabbed the first thing she felt, too lazy to look. She limped back to the bed, not bothering to put her ankle on the elevated pillow. She was eating so fast, her hand was a blur. Of course. April was stress-eating. She heard Michelle's voice yell to Sarah,
"Sarah! Where are the strawberries? Nick just bought some, and I'm hungry!"
April froze. She looked down. Strawberries. Strawberries! But no, she wasn't worried because she ate Michelle and Sarah's strawberries, she was worried because strawberries were the one and only thing in the world that she was allergic to.
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Dance On
FanficEver wondered what happened after the last scene of Feel the Beat, the opening night dance party? This story is all about that. You never know when you might have a long lost sibling you didn't know about... That's what happened to April, at least...
