WHATS UP! Sorry I didn't write the chapter last week. So, here today, I am writing for Annabelle. Thanks to Pinkbull115LovesBrina for helping me write this.

Annabelle!

I always get up at five in the morning and go to my dance room in the basement. I make sure bit to wake anyone else but I always keep the door open just a bit. I turned on my music and picked the shuffle setting on my pearpod. I turned and tried to do seven pump turns in a row but I fell down and I didn't realize how loud t was when I toppled over some chairs. Mom ran full Speed to me.
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"Yea yea I'm fine mom."I smiled. Truth was. My ankle killed. I didn't want to tell her that.
"Belle is careful angel." she said still holding me. Then my dad comes in, ugh mom is gonna treat me like a bigger baby around daddy.

Me and dad have a great relationship but whenever babies me, dad comes then they all baby me. "Mom, dad, I'm in high school. I'm not a baby. Can you stop babying me?" Well, my mom's eyes got all watery and my dad got a little sad, trying not to show it. "You're our little girl. You're our ONLY girl. You're our baby girl." That was sweet but, Im older. I'm in high school, not in elementary!

"I know that but still." I say. Mom and I have a close bond too but I'm really geeting tired of always being the baby.
"Belle. "said mom. "you are always going to be the baby." she cried. I have to admit that was pretty sad. "I don't know about daddy but your always going to be mommy's little Baby girl." she cried as she held me tighter. Oh yea! I forgot my ankle. I slowly take off my dance shoe and check my ankle. Dad sees this.
"Did you hurt yourself?" he asked. Mom began freaking out. Why me again?"

"Okay, well I did hurt myself. Mom stops freaking out. I just fell. That's all." I looked at the clock. Well, unless Im crazy, I saw it was 7:30. Well, in thirty minutes, school started so unless I wanted to be late, I needed to gooo!

I limped to the stairs and dad offered to carry me up
"AnnaBelle let me help you." he said. Mom
Agreed but I didn't want to have them help me. But once insaw how much stairs I have to climb i nodded yes.
"Mommy, can you make me coffee?" I asked in my best little girl voice and she ran off to do so. Once dad put
me in my room I heard "mommy and daddy's little baby princess!" I turn to see my brother laughing.

"Shut up Michael. No one even hugs you. They never call you Momma's boy or Daddy's boy so keep it shut." He shut up. Then he added "I have a girlfriend." "Yeah Michael. I also have a boyfriend, hes laying on the bed." I responded while gesturing to midair. "No her name is Joanna." "LIES!" I screamed. My mom came in with my coffee and asked if I needed anything. "No its fine." She nodded and grabbed Michael by the ear. "LET'S GO!" I limped up and got dressed in...

I was in dance class doing leaps and turns. I wasn't really focused on dance because I was bust thinking about surfing and how I'm going to try out my new board and agonizing over my ankle. Everyone asked about the limping but I wanted to dance.
"AnnaBelle if you need a break sit out." my teacher told me. I refused ad went into a few pump turns. I actually stayed on my feet until I twisted my ankle. Everyone heard the loud crack.
"MY ANKLE!" I yelled. Next thing you know I was rushed to the nurse and she was calling my mom and dad. Great.

I knew my mom was going to FREAK again. Why does the teacher care? I mean I decided to dance even though I needed to sit. Dad was going to freak too but Mom was going to go crazy. I needed to tell her to stop treating me like a baby, but when I tell her she cries. Not to mention my dad gets a sad face and my brother makes me feel guilty when I say it. My mom and dad came and my mom started crying. UGH! "Mom, stop crying! I don't want to say this but you are treating me like a little baby and I can't stand it. I am in high school and I don't need to be treated like a kid anymore. I mean, Im soryr but its gotta stop." Suprisingly, she didnt get mad. She simply said, "If that's how you feel. I am going to treat you like you are an adult." I got taken to the hospital and they gave me X-Rays. "Well, AnnaBelle, it seems you broke your ankle badly." "You think." But I only said that in my head so no one heard me.

They looked at my x-rays even more carefully and I really wanted to cry. Usually mom would either hold my hand or stroke my hair. I wish she could do that now. I'm in so much pain.
"Looks like you need surgery as well." the doctor told me. Surgery? I've never had surgery. I look to mom who looks at dad instead of me.
"Will I be able to dance again? What about surf?" i asked.
"We'll have to see after the surgery. It may be serious." they told me. They left to get some pink cast stuff and a pair of crutches. I started crying and mom looked like she couldn't not baby me. She had self control. OH MOM PLEASE CALM ME DOWN!
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The one time I need her to baby me, she doesn't. Talk about being conceited. But if I can't dance or surf, I can't live my dream or go to HA! I mean, if I can't do that, what will I do the rest of my life? I can't go back to the normal schools because there I'm nothing.

i had it. I need her to just tell me everything is going to be ok.
"Mom..." i said. She looked at me. i began crying. "Mommy...mommy am I never going to dance again?" I cried. She shrugged and went to text someone.
"MOMMY PLEASE IM SCARED." I cried. My ankle kills I'm scared to death and I wanted my mom to help me.
She sighed and came to me but it looked like she was going to ignore me.

Now I was screaming with tears. "Mom I need you now. I'm sorry for what I did but now I need you. I could stop dancing and I dance for my life! This is me but your ignoring. Why are you texting when I am important? Don't you care how I feel?" I screamed at her from the top of my lungs. It was like my biggest nightmare came true, I couldn't dance. Dancing is my life. It can't end like this.

"Annabelle." said Dad. He hugged me and I began sobbing. There was a knock on the door and it was Michael. He came in with my favorite stuffed animal. My pink monkey that I've had since I was born.
"Hey Belle." he said. "How's your ankle?" he asked.
"Broken. I need surgery." I said crying. he laughed and gave me my monkey named Mr. Monkey. Mom was just texting away.
"Michel come-on, let's get something to eat." said dad as they left me and mom alone.

I looked at my mom with anger but she kept ignoring me and texting. "Mom, why are you acting like this? Do you even care how much I'm feeling?" She looked at me and said "you're the one who wanted me to atop treating you like a baby." "But I need help now so why aren't you listening?" She stood quiet. "You know forget you. You don't care so why waste my breath on you?" She looked at me and gave me a hug. "Belly, I don't know you felt that strong about it. I'm sorry. I love you." I gave her hug. "It's okay. I love you too. What about me dancing?" "Well, you will get better. Just lay low for now." That was hard to hear because I act like I am dancing for my life.

The doctors cane in to wrap my ankle.

"Ok AnnaBelle this may hurt. But you don't need to hold anyone's hand do you?" he asked. I reached out for mom and she quickly held my hand. The stuff hurt so much at was so hot! Then when everything was all done they gave me a sharpie for people to sign my cast and went to get my crutches.
"may I?" asked mom. I gave her the sharpie and signed my cast.
"I love you Belle,-Mom."
When I saw it, I teared up. "I love you too Mom." I gave her a hug

Claire Rachel Shapiro:

I woke up to take a shower and I realized that my monkey sponge wasn't there. I got so scared. "Where is Bananas?" I said in the shower. I ended up having to use my old sponge Mr. Bird. How childish? I got out and put on my colorful cami with a white cardigan and a rainbow skirt. I looked like lollipops and gumdrops! I needed to get my hair done but my mom took my black bow. I took out my red and white pearphone and texted Cleo from an unknown number: I know what you did last summer. *evil laugh* mwahahahaha! She ran out the room to my mom and yelled that some stalker dude was texting her. She got freaked out.

OKAY! This was a Claire preview. Any help is appreciated! R&R!

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