"Another day into the horrible life of Chloe Lukasiak." I mumbled. I slicked my hair back and put in my black flower. I thought of my last day with Clara. Her last day. My last day. I died inside when she died. I shouldn't have let her cross the road by herself. I shouldn't have left her alone. I deserve to be dead. Not her. I ran into the bathroom and washed my face of the tears. I walked downstairs briskly and sit down at the table. "Are you ok darling?" My mom says rubbing my shoulders. "Yeah just thinking of Clara." I say taking a bite of my pop tart. She always knows when something's wrong, even when I don't. I finished my breakfast fast. Too fast. "Don't inhale it sweetie!" My mom laughs. I smile back at her and grab my dance bag. I take a deep breath before opening the door. "Back to the abusive prison I go. Let's just hope they don't shove cameras in my face and start asking me about my personal life." I walk out and my mom follows. "Chloe I promise as soon as our contract goes up we'll switch studios." She unlocks the car and we hop in." "What contract!" I snap at her. "I'm thirteen they don't own me!" I hate lifetime. I hate abby. I hate dancemoms. I hate my life.
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Blame It on my own sick pride.
FanfictionA dancemoms fanfiction about Chloe having to deal with dance, school, and most importantly Clara's death.
