I sat by the window while I ate my lunch. The snow was so pretty. I just wanted to go out side and build a snowman. But I used to do that with Clara. The thought of her sent a chill down my spine and a tear down my face. I shook my head of the thoughts and continued eating my lunch.
*timeskip to 3:00*
"Chloe! It's time to go!" My mom yells from downstairs. I throw a hot pink lace bow in my hair and run down the stairs. I grab my phone and head into the snow. I run into the car, treading through the thick ice flakes. It seemed to get heavier as we drove. I couldn't see out of the windshield. My mom tried to pull over but we knew it. In a split second the car slid off the road. I felt us falling. Falling and falling. Until we hit the ground. The car landed on its side. The windshield shattered and I felt a million bee stings hit my face. I felt metal crushing my leg. Blood and tears rushed down my face. It felt like a dream. No. It felt like a nightmare. "M-mom" I cried. No answer. I looked over to her. She had a gash in her head. She was either unconscious. Or dead.
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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.
