"Sometimes I wish I wasn't your sister you...you pervert. " I say, walking away from his potentially STD infected grip, into the kitchen.
"Calm down, little sister. Get a life, you could even help me with the party and decorations and maybe even the invitations. " My brother suggests following me into the kitchen to get food of his own.
"No way in hell, that's happening, the sky will have to fall and chickens will have to fly before I ever come to your dumb parties, the only thing I ask of you is to host it somewhere else, let's see -probably your other pervert friend's house. " I say taking a yogurt from the fridge.
"Hmm ...you have a point there little sister ...i could do that ..." he says looking like he's considering it, before he turns back to me, meaning, he has made a decision. "No. " he finally says, taking a spoon and digging it into my yoghurt before taking a spoonful of yoghurt to his mouth.
"You're lucky that wasn't chocolate. " I say and walk towards the living room with my yoghurt before he has another chance to take a spoonful.
Two years old. That was when Hadley Rosie Bennet had started dancing at the Abby Lee Dance Company. Hadley was a star waiting to shoot. Here is her story.
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