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  • "Your dad and I were talking, and money's getting tight. You might have to
    quit dance next year."

    You want to take that away from me too?

    Yeah, I don't like not having nice clothes like my friends do. I don't like
    having to use the crappy old family laptop on the dining room table for
    homework instead of a computer of my own. I don't like living in a house
    I'm embarrassed to bring friends over to because it's so messy and uncared
    for. But I can deal with those things.

    But you want to take dance away from me? The only place I feel beautiful?
    The only place I can escape the fighting and screaming?

    You've already taken so much from me. You don't give me your time. You
    don't give me your attention. Heck, most of the time I even have to make my
    own dinner and eat by myself. You take it and give it to him, even though
    I'm the one who tries. You take my time. You take my skills. You try and
    force it into him, make him something other than a blank slate.

    And that isn't fair. I try so hard. I apply myself to everything I do. He
    applies himself to nothing, and what's why you think he should get all the
    time and attention.

    If you take away my dance, all you're telling me is that it isn't worth
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