The Bad Angel(Dance Moms) ~ A Chloe Lukasiak FanFic

Dream on A Star

Chloe yawned as she snuggled into her bed. Unlike her dark grey, black, and red aesthetic, her bedroom was decorated with a dreamy mixture of white and soft greys, with some black accents. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want it to change. It felt like sleeping on a cloud whenever she looked around her room, and that was something she adored.

She woke up to a gentle breeze in her hair and yawned, stretching. She instinctively rolled onto her back and cringed in preparation for the pain, but there was none. Her eyes popped open in surprise. But instead of her bedroom light, all she saw was light blue sky. She turned to her side and saw that she was on the fluffiest material she'd ever felt before. It was soft, softer than anything. She reached deep into it and realized she could dig her hand deep into it. She grabbed it and realized it came out in wisps.

Chloe smiled, confused and sleepy. "It's almost like a-"

"Cloud?" another voice said from behind her.

Chloe flinched, turning around to see the speaker.

It was a beautiful woman, probably in early middle age. She was dressed in a beautiful long white gown that gently swept the ground. But what struck Chloe the most was a glowing ring above her head and beautiful, elegant wings that protruded from her back.

Chloe gasped. "You're an angel!"

The angel smiled, managing to look heavenly beautiful even at her age. "Indeed I am. Good afternoon, Chloe."

Chloe blinked. "I'm dreaming, right? This is all a dream."

The angel laughed. "That's for you to find out."

Chloe got to her feet. It was surprisingly easy, even though the clouds sunk slightly when you stepped on them.

The angel smiled at her. "Chloe, how old are you?"

Chloe frowned, slightly suspicious. "Fifteen."

The angel smiled. "Of course. You don't have your adult wings yet."

"My adult...?" Chloe turned to look over her shoulder. Instead of the fist- shaped bumps on her shoulder blades, there were teardrop- shaped wings, ending at the middle of her back.

Chloe's jaw dropped. "No way."

The angel laughed again, the sound sweeter than any melody Chloe had heard before.

Chloe looked down to realize she was in the same sort of white, sweeping gown that the angel was in. "What is..."

Suddenly, she felt herself falling. She didn't try to stop it as the world faded to black.

The next thing she remembered, she was lying on her bed-- on her back!-- and the pain had gone. She turned to look at her bedside clock. 3:00 PM. School would end any second now.

As if on cue, her mother knocked on the door. "Chloe, are you okay to go to dance tonight?"

Chloe experimentally felt her back. The pain was gone. "Yes, coming!"

"Okay, I'm going to pick up Clara and come home. You'd better be ready by then!"

"Got it." Chloe called back. She emerged from her bed, straightening the sheets and aligning the pillows so it looked perfect. She walked back into the closet and looked into her new mirror. This time, she could see the little teardrop- shaped wings.

"No way." she breathed, admiring her back. "So pretty."

She quickly remember dance, and turned to get her dancewear. Then she frowned. How was she going to dance with... with wings?