Piper's POV:

After a long, tiring day with Miss Angela, I headed home. Amy wanted to hang out but I lied and told her that we were repainting the dining room. If she came over and saw the tension between me and my siblings, she'll ask questions and I really don't want her finding out.

I managed to facetime James and Riley but they had to leave soon after for a meet and greet with their fans.

My family despise me and so do Lily and Miss Angela. It's so unfair that life is hating on me but at least I still have A troupe. Even the new people who joined A troupe were really kind, especially Finn.

At first, he kept on asking me out but even though I kept rejecting me, he was still keen on being my friend, which was great.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I bumped into my dad, who glared at me with disgust in his eyes. "Can you watch where you're going for once!" He shouted before barging past me.

"Are murderers always so clumsy?" He muttered to himself but I had already heard him. I put a hand over my mouth to block out the sound of my choked sob but eventually I managed to compose myself. I wiped my tears and blew my nose before walking into the living room and sitting far away from everyone.

"I still can't believe you killed mum." Ethan said, randomly, as they all glared at me. "I...I didn't... I really didn't mean to-" I started but they ignored me as usual.

They kept going on about how they were afraid that I would kill them next, which really struck a nerve, so I ran out of the living room and into the back garden before burying my head in my knees and crying my heart out.

Am I really a murderer? I didn't mean to kill her, I promise!

But my dad and brothers don't seem to want to listen to me. They don't want anything to do with me, except James, and the pain in my heart keeps growing but what can I do?

After a while, I trudged back to my room and continued to cry before stopping to go and freshen up.

Why couldn't they understand that it wasn't my fault? It's not like I asked to be born, but no one gets it. No one but James and Riley. With those final thoughts, I fell asleep.

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I woke up around 2am, not being able to sleep properly due to my overthinking. Knowing that I wouldn't sleep again, I got up and wore some sweats before tiptoeing downstairs. I wore my trainers and grabbed my keys before dashing out of the front door and sprinting down the road.

"Hey mum." I said, sadly, as I sat in front of her grave at the cemetery. "Mama, I hope you don't think I killed you. I really didn't mean for you to die because of me." I whispered sadly.

I wish I could have met my mother and find out what she was like. I smiled as I remembered the story that James told me of mum pulling him out of A troupe until he got his grades up.

"You don't take no crap from anybody." I said, laughing with tears in my eyes.

I wonder what it would be like to have a mother in my life but Riley does a good job. She acts like my mother, my sister and my best friend all in one; I was lucky to have her, but I missed my mum.

My brothers and my dad think that they're the only ones grieving; at least they had someone to grieve. I never knew her, I only heard good and funny things about her. I never experienced a mother's love and it was hard for me but things just got worse when my only family left started to blame me for her death.

Now they call me a murderer and I can't help but think it's true. The harsh words from my family are starting to stick now and I can't shake the feeling that I'm a bad person because I killed her.

I spent a couple of hours talking to my mum before walking back home. When I got back, I managed to fall asleep easily, only to be woken up by my alarm the next morning.

"Hey Ethan." I said as I entered the kitchen. He gave me a cold glare but I just shrugged and made extra cereal, since I was pretty hungry.

"Ah, yes, extra cereal. Criminals must have big appetites." Daniel said, as he, Ethan and dad just laughed, even though it wasn't funny. The shade was unnecessary, so I decided to ask them a question that had been on my mind for a long time.

"Why do you guys hate me so much? I didn't ask to be born, so why does everyone keep blaming me for mum's death?" I asked, as their stares hardened and they clenched their fists. "Because you killed my wife." Dad replied coldly, as I looked at him sadly.

"You murdered our mum. You being born took her away from us, so it still is all your fault." Ethan said, glaring at me, as I lowered my head and nodded, throwing my cereal in the bin.

As I walked out of the kitchen, Ethan tried to be funny by tripping me up. The rest of them laughed as I got up and stormed out. "James, Riley, I need you guys." I whispered into the air and looking up to the ceiling of my room, as a few tears slipped down my face.

"You've got this. You've just gotta be strong." The voice in my head said, as I nodded to myself and got ready for dance. Today, Miss Angela will not tear me down, I'm going to keep my head held high today and who knows, maybe I'll finally ace my aerial.

I quickly got dressed and walked out of the door, slamming it shut as I waved to Amy and her mother, Gale, who had come to pick me up.

"Today will be a good day, I'm sure of it." I thought to myself, but as usual, I jinxed it.

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