Claire is a dancer at the Aldc. When abby starts a reality show she invites Claire to be on her competition team.
Claire is known to be a very dedicated dancer, so when Abby starts to put all her eggs in her and Maddie's basket, the moms flip out...
I sat down at the table away from everyone. Occasionally looking up at the eyes placed upon me. My mother, father, Cassandra, Cameron. Even our dog sat on its bed, looking at me with pity. I hated it.
"Claire, what's wrong? You've barely touched your food." My mother asked in a sing-song voice.
"Nothing." I spat out, not realizing how much hate was packed into my words.
"Claire, you know I don't condone disrespect." My dad told me. But it was different. He said it with my empathy. He would have screamed that any other day.
Then I looked at Cameron. Who, even though way too old, would have been laughing at me getting scolded? And what usually was a smirk was replaced by a firm line and eyes that looked at me with concern.
"Mama, she's worried about her skills. She thinks she is not good." Cassandra blabbed away.
I formed a fist under the table. Cassandra was old enough to understand what was wrong with me.
"Claire, it was just YAGP. Tons of other kids beat you." my mother told me with sympathy.
"No Mom, it's because the winner was Anastasia. The one from Cathys. And they posted about it, and tagged her." Cameron said, "You know, Danni and Quinn."
"Those girls are no good, don't think about those brats anymore, okay Claire?" My mother said.
"Mother, don't you see Cassandra and Cameron are lying? Cassandra is way too young to understand what's wrong with me. She just wants attention!" I yelled suddenly at the table.
"Claire, I'm older, I know," Cameron said
I could tell he just wanted to help. We've always been close. But all I heard was fake sympathy.
"Cameron, you quit the team because Abby wasn't giving you attention. Maybe we should check you out. Cause I'm fine. You're not there to UNDERSTAND!" I yelled.
I looked around the table. Faces of grief, sadness, worry, concern. All for me. I ran to my room and shut the door fast. They wouldn't see me cry. They wouldn't see my weakness. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Hearing my family laugh at dinner. Hearing them finally depart and go to sleep. And not one single soul came checking on me.
I grabbed my phone and searched. I saw I was tagged in loads of posts.
DanceMOMS-
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I found this picture from an audition. Anastasia in front, Claire in back. So my question is @Claire. What do you do when your competitor is way better than you?
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@Quinn- we all know what Claire would do. Cry about it on the dance floor!!
I took a shaky breath and clicked on Quinn's profile. She had a new post.
