Mackenzie's P.O.V
I stop my walk, and glare at the sign with anger. All the girls knew Abby wanted competition for one of us. The question is who? I really hope it's not me, I already had Asia to deal with. I hate competition because, it creates extra tension that definitely doesn't need to be there. I look down at my watch and see that the time is 2:31. Oh, no! I am late for dance! Abby is going to kill me! I sprint towards the studio holding my dance bag tightly. I run into the studio panting like a dog who needs water. I quickly tip-toe into the back and start doing my turns to the music. I sashé to the right happy that Abby didn't see me come in. I hear the music come to a stop. I spoke too soon...
