Maddie's POV
I carefully stared at my reflection making sure each piece of hair was in perfect condition. I felt a little stressed, after all so much had happened last season, and my mom has been freaking out all morning rushing us to get to the studio on time, but now it's time to do what I do best. Dancing. I hope this year the other moms won't be so hard on me and always criticize and never compliment me. And I hope this year Abby doesn't do things to embarrass me and force the other girls to dislike me. This year I hope my mom doesn't do anything else stupid to ruin my dancing, and most of all, I hope this season I won't lose any more of my dance friends. I already lost a bunch and I would like to keep these 2 that I have left, Kendall and Nia.
Mackenzie came into the room whining about her hair and how it wasn't tight enough. I turned around to face her.
"Do you need me to fix it for you?" I asked her.
"No! I don't need your help with anything!" she whined
Although she was my sister and we did fight once in a while, she is still my baby sister, and I still care for her, and look out for her. But thanks to Abby, Kenzie always wants to do stuff on her own and be better at everything than me.
"Whatever," I sighed turning back to my mirror "your problem."
Just then Gianna came in.
"5 minutes girls! Then we need to go in. the cameras are almost all set up." She told us loudly.
She turned and smiled at me. I smiled back. To be honest, I know Gianna favors me and Kenzie, and sometimes I feel embarrassed for it, but it has its pros, especially since Abby will also always back me up. Although I appreciate everything Abby has done for me, it only seems like she loves me when I'm winning. It makes me always feel very stressed and I always feel like if it my dance isn't performed perfect, Abby will choose a new favorite. I don't think anyone understands, it's actually tough to remain a favorite. But of course I know it's harder to not be, but I wish the other moms weren't always planning ways to hurt me, because I already am under enough stress without dealing with all their hate.
"Girls!" we hear Abby call "inside now!"
I straightened my shirt in the mirror, pushed my hair back one last time, pasted a small smile on my face, and quickly went into studio A along with the other dancers.