Morgan's POV Hi, my name is Morgan cade and I'm 13 years old
My best styles of dance are contemporary and hip hop
I don't have any worst styles of dance
My mother's name is Katherine Cade
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(This is me)
I woke up this morning with bruises on my arms and legs, I cover them up with cream and then I slip on a ALDC t-shirt with a light pink jumper and black leggings before my abusive mother calls me telling me it's time to go.
We arrive at the ALDC Pittsburgh studio and it's another week of competition, I lined up with the other kids in studio A with our moms lined up on the side
After pyramid...
Miss Abby said "This week we are traveling to Zanesville, Ohio to attend Drop the beat, we have four solos, Hannah your solo is entitled The last unicorn and it's lyrical, GiaNina your solo is entitled Rich girl and it's jazz, Brady your solo is entitled PTSD and it's contemporary and my last solo goes to Morgan, Morgan your solo is entitled Secrets and it's contemporary as well, Everybody is the group, the group routine is probably the most serious piece I've done, the name of the piece is thoughts and prayers, alright moms you're dismissed, kids spread apart and warm up"
Later on... Lilly and I are the leads of the group dance and it's good to be the lead with her, Gia learned her solo and then Hannah learned her solo and then Brady learned his solo and then I learned my solo but every time I look at my mom I just feel scared of her, I really do.
After my solo rehearsal I head into the dancers den and my mom is in there and she punches me twice, she then said "Don't ever look at me scared to death of me again, do you understand?" "Yes" my mom then punches me again before she kicks me in the stomach and I fall to the ground she then leaves to go back upstairs and I roll up my sleeve and I look at the fresh bruises on my arm, I got up in pain and I go to my dance bag and I get out of my dance bag the jar of cream I always pack, I was about to apply the cream to my arm when Brady walked in on me.
Brady's POV Morgan seems off today, she looks scared of her mom, she messes up her tricks a lot which is unusual of her I decided to check up on her and see if she's ok, I walk into the dancers den and I see her about to apply some cream on her arm, she quickly applies it when she sees me and rolls up her sleeve really fast I then said to her "Hey are you ok?" "I'm fine Brady" "Are you sure?" "Yeah" "Well why did you apply cream so fast and roll up your sleeve so fast when you saw me coming into the room?" She stayed silent before she said "Don't worry about it Brady" I then said to her "You asked for it" I then picked her up and I put her against a wall she was trying to get away from me and I hold back one hand while I grabbed the other hand and I rolled up the sleeve revealing fresh bruises on her arm and I'm shocked I then said to her "Are you hurting yourself?" "No, my mom abuses me, she hits me Brady, I'm scared of her" "Morgan-" "Please don't tell anyone or else she'll hit me more" "I won't" "Thank you Brady"
