I walked out of dance class, as tired as always. Miss Abby is starting to get even more annoyed with my mom and I. And now that Maddie's in Sia's music video, Abby thinks it's time for me to step it up a level.
I'm really trying to, but Maddie is always getting the better choreography, so I don't know how I'm supposed to be any better; I'm always doing my best.
"How's your solo this week, Chloe?" my mom asks.
"It's fine," I reply.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I tell her, even though it's not.
We get home and I post something on Instagram, still getting likes, follows, and comments on all my previous posts. One says, "You're such a great inspiration! I love watching you on Dance Moms!"
I smile thinking about how nice some of my fans are. I get lots of hate, but thankfully it's mostly just nice things that I like to read.
"Time for dinner!" calls Mom. I rush downstairs because I know it's going to be something good.