CHAPTER I: Life before Dance Moms
Brooke Hyland's POV:
Brooke tugged at her denim jacket, willing the creases to magically disappear. Popping a mint into her mouth, she stuffed her cheer leotard into her dance bag. Brooke glanced at Kelly's dashboard, immediately wishing that she never had. A single red deadly number flashed. 3pm, she would never be able to make it for dance.
"Mom, I won't be able to make it for dance now. Y'know how Miss Abby hates that!"she panicked.
"Brookie, we're always the first ones there. An hour early in fact, and Abby has never scolded you! You don't need an hour to stretch dear. And-"
"No mum you don't understand! Miss Abby has yelled at me, twice! My first tap solo and the second lyrical one, remember?"
"Brookie, calm down. That was last year, and you were 4. Remember?"
Kelly sighed, exasperated.
Kelly's POV:
Kelly never understood why Brooke wanted to dance so badly. She herself resented dance, Abby's lectures and chidings. Frankly, she saw no point in paying thousands a month just for dance,or to get scolded. It simply wasn't worth it. Well, not that Mrs Hyland would have allowed her to quit anyway. That is, until she had been selected for Camillion High's cheer team in Grade 6.
They continued the rest of the journey in silence, with Brooke biting her nails and Kelly, bombarded by memories of herself as an ALDC dancer.
Some memories were naturally more plesant than others. Kelly saw a reflection of her younger self, in the way Brooke danced, in the way Brooke smiled, and in Brooke's eyes. It seemed scary and bizarre, it really did.