A dance journey

New Girl In Town

Park house:

Sabrina pov

I sat down on the couch, hand holding a glass. The front door opened and shut, I turned my head to see a familiar face. My husband.

I leaned back on the couch setting my glass on the table. My husband was already sitting next to me.

"What's bothering you?" he asked, his voice filled with exhaustion.

I sighed as I leaned my head back.

"Is it about dance?" he asked, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Look, you don't have to worry about me and dance. You sound tired." I said

I shook his hand off my shoulder. As I was ready to get up front the couch. But as I did he took both my hands in his.

"Sabrina, I'll always worry about you. Dance isn't worth this anxiety. There are too many other studios to go to." He said

I looked into his eyes for a second.

"It's just the mothers. They attack Claire. It's awful. At the recital, they were mad because my children had more dances than theirs! What do they want me to do!" I said

"How about you just leave? Take them, and leave the show." He said

I looked around, the idea of leaving the show was running through my brain.

"I'll think about it," I said

What I didn't realize was that Cameron, who was still up, heard everything that we had said.

IN THE MORNING

Cameron pov

I woke up this morning tired. I barely got any sleep. Our mother wanted to leave the studio.

I found myself packing my dance bag as usual before I heard my mother call for me from the kitchen. I headed down to see my sisters already there eating food.

Our mother brought all of our dance bags to the car, which gave me time to talk to Claire.

"Claire, I have something to tell you," I said

She looked at me as she washed her dish.

"Yeah, what's up Cam?" She asked

I cleared my throat.

"Mom was thinking about leaving the show, she and Dad were talking about it," I said

"What! You can't be serious!" she said

I attached the back of my neck

"Yeah, because of the mother's constant attacks on you," I said

I watched her eyes get even wider. I think I made a mistake.

"Because of me? I'm the reason!" She yelled

"Shh, lower your voice, Claire!" I whisper yelled

She walked past me grabbing Cassandra's dishes and bringing them to the sink.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we can't leave. So I'll find a way." She said

She washed her dishes and walked to Cassandra, getting her to the car. I followed behind.

The car ride was awkward. As I sat in front with our mother, Claire, and Cassandra stayed in the backseat.