At the dance studio, I hear Melanie and Meredith talking in low voices in Melanie's office.
As Melanie heads into the class she's teaching, she motions for me to follow her.
'Okay', I think to myself.
She never tells me to follow her into a studio while she's teaching.
"Our dance studio is going to have it's own reality TV show," announced Melanie.
She pretended to be happy, but I could tell she wasn't .
My first thought about the reality TV show was 'yay'. But soon, I changed my mind. There are a lot of problems with this. Some of the students aren't allowed to be videotaped, and now they can't dance at our studio.
Who knows what else could go wrong?
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The first day the cameras were at the studio was interesting . They crew seemed nice.
However, by the second day, it was obvious that they were trying to create drama. Their first attempt at drama was to try to get one of the kind dance moms to hate me. She pretended to, but after she apologized . The crew didn't like that.
Their next attempt at drama was to try and get Melanie and Meredith distant from each other.
That was a fail.
If you know either of them at all, you know that Meredith and Melanie have known each other for years. A staged fight doesn't mean anything.
Their third and last attempt was to get Jennifer mad at Melanie and vice versa . That actually kinda worked. But now we have more drama. Melanie now won't talk to Jennifer, and that isn't good for our studio.
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At TEA one day, Ms. Fleming could tell I was stressed.
"What's wrong?" She asked me when a showed up to teach a rehearsal.
"The TV show," I replied.
"What TV show ?" She asked.
"The one about the dance studio," I said.
"Oh, that one. What's the problem with it?" Ms. Fleming asked.
"They started unnessasary drama, and now Melanie and Jennifer won't talk to each other," I said.
"I'm sure they will come around,"she tried to comfort me.
"I hope they will," I said.
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Jennifer's POV
I've had enough of this dramatic nonsense. I just need to dance it off. I don't care that the cameras are here, I just need to dance.
I go into studio C and put on Break Free. As I dance, I notice that Melanie has come to the viewing window to watch. I just keep dancing as if she isn't there.
When I finish, Melanie comes in the room, clapping. We hug.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"I'm sorry too," I said.
I'm happy that we have forgiven each other.
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Annabelle's POV
Ding.
I got an email. It's from The Willis Clan. They want me to come sing with them at a future gig!
"Melanie!" I called.
I knew she was home.
"Yes," she said as I approached her.
"Look at this email!" I said excitedly.
She read it.
"Can I?" I asked.
"If Kyle or someone else can take you,yes," she said.
"Kyle!" I call .
"Yes," he answers as I approach him.
"Can you take me?" I asked, showing him the email.
"Sure," he said.
We go next week. I'm really excited.
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The drive was long. I did all of my homework for the school I was missing on the way there. When we got there, we were emidatly welcomed. Little kids came running towards the van. The older kids were not far behind. Jada,Jagger, Joy Anna and Jamie insisted they take my bags. Juliette and Jasmine insisted they take Kyle's. We entered the beautiful house, and Jennette took us on a tour.
"You home is very beautiful," I told Jennifer.
"Thank you," she said.
" Why don't we go rehearse the number?" Suggested Jessica.
"Good idea," said Jennifer W.
We practiced the song until lunch . We had taco salad for lunch.
"It's very good," I told Brenda.
"Thank you," she said.
After lunch some of the younger kids asked me questions about my wheelchair. I answered they, knowing that they were curious, not bulling me.
I have had people ask me questions just to bully me before.
~
A couple days later, we are getting ready for my performance with The Willis Clan. I put on blue jeans and a white blouse. I'm ready for this performance.
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The Shy Girl
General FictionEvery since Annabelle moved to a new town to live with a foster family, she has been known as 'The Shy Girl'. The one who never answers questions in class. Who is always very quiet when everyone else is loud. The one who has friends but still seems...