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TheGoldenYoshichu- Lila being a gymnast… I got that idea, and I thought, well, being in musical theatre it's handy to be able to dance or be bendy, so YEAH. Why not. Yeah, her uncle's not a good man. You'll see that further on. OVERALL: I hope you enjoy! (´▽`ʃ ƪ)

Lunawolf44 (guest)- Yep, Lila's mom is controlling. That's that. We may've not seen it in the show- but Clara gets, like, two minutes screen time? Bianca and Aadhira are the friends I'd want. Lila thought she would be a disappointment… I wonder why. You haven't even seen the beginning of the evil of Uncle Chris… Later on, you will see. Nothing good comes out of Chris. NOTHING. Oh, and something bad happening to Lila's dear Daddy… You don't even know the beginning of it. Not even the beginning. Enjoy this chapter though!

Chapter Five: Lila's First Act

Lila came out of her uncle's car, relieved to step out. That was, until, she saw they were standing in front of Chris' apartment. "Why aren't we at my house?"

"Well, sweetheart," Chris began, making Lila twitch. "Your dad is out looking for a job, and your mom is busy. So, you're staying with me until one of your parents get back."

"Excuse me! But, didn't you say Mother needed me home early because she was leaving. Wouldn't have it been easier if you had told the school to tell me that you'll be picking me up after school and not to take the bus because I can't go home?" Lila said.

"You were a whole lot easier to take care of when you were a baby," Chris said, ignoring Lila's comment. "For a seven-year-old, you have some spice." (Yeah… I wonder why…)

Lila sighed, and followed Chris into his apartment. Lila recoiled at the sight she saw. Trash littered the floor, smoke filled the air, the lighting was very dim, the only light coming in filtered through covered windows. "I'm not going in there."

"What? Excuse the mess," Chris said.

"Nope. Not going in," Lila said.

"Look, sweetheart, don't be a brat, go into the house," Chris said.

"No," Lila refused.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"YES!"

"NO!" Chris thought for a moment. "DANG YOU!" Chris grabbed the seven year old's hand and dragged her into the house.

"Let go of me! I don't wanna go into your disgusting house!" Lila shouted, struggling against Chris' grab. "I'm going to choke on the smoke in your house! Don't you touch me!"

People were sticking their heads out, looking at the sight. "Look, sweetheart, you get in the house an I'll give you a Barbie doll, okay? You're making a scene."

"And you're making me mad. I don't play with dolls, did Mother not tell you that?"

Chris dug his fingernails into his skin. He cursed under his breath. "Maybe I should've just left you at school."

"Maybe you should've."

"Maybe I'll just leave you out here."

"You do that and I'll cry."

"No you won't."

"Try me."

Chris, fed up with the little girl's actions, grabbed her under the pits, moved her out of the way and walked into his apartment. Once he slammed the door he heard a wail come from right outside the door. Now his neighbors would really be worried.

"Shut up!" Chris said, opening the door. Lila had crocodile tears rolling down her cheek.

"But- you- you- left me out here to DIEEEE!" Lila sobbed, digging her face into her hands. "I'M ONLY SEVEN!"

"Shut up. Shutup. Shutupshutupshutup." Chris kneeled down next to Lila. "Now listen here, you little brat, you're causing a scene."

"And I warned you," Lila whispered. In a louder voice, she wailed, "I'M NOT A BR-AT!"

There was a crowd forming, and whispers went among the crowd. "Lily, let's just go inside."

"I'M NO-T NAME-" Lila paused for a hiccup. "-ED LILY!" Dang, this seven year old is a good actor. I hate it, Chris thought.

"Now, now, sweetie," Chris picked the wailing girl up. "We just go ins- OOF!" Lila's foot hit him in the sweet spot and he dropped her.

"I WANT TO GO HO-ME! NOT IN YOUR STINK-" Another hiccup. "EE APARTMENT!" A chuckle went through the crowd.

Chris grabbed the girl's hand and tugged her towards his car. "I guess I'll bring you to your house."

"Thank- thank you," Lila said, wiping tears off her cheeks.

Getting in the car, Chris glared at the girl who gain full composure. "Listen, you little punk, you may've gotten away with that stunt this time, but next time, you will not."

"Hopefully there won't be a next time. Had you listened to me, you wouldn't have been in that situation. Now, take me home like a good uncle."

As Chris pulled out, he muttered, "I hate you."

Short chapter, whatever. Getting it golden!