It was the last day of school here at Oakwood High, the cheerleaders were cheering, the geeks calculating how many seconds there were until summer, the jocks, who were only thinking about getting drunk, and then there’s me. Emma Edward Smith, the most unpopular kid in school. I never fit in, I was the girl who stayed in her bed watching Zombie and Horror movies while eating pizza and contemplating life. But the one thing didn’t know was that I was a great dancer.

I guess they didn’t care or they just didn’t like me. But all that when they didn’t talk to me, that was about to change. I was actually invited to  a party for once in my life and I was going to make use of it. I got to the party, and I wasn’t expecting so many people, and definitely not expecting so many rolls of toilet  paper flying everywhere. As the party progresses, I’m over in the corner trying to talk to a guy but it’s just not working out for me. As I have more and more drinks, I feel as if I’m one of the cool people, and I go over to Hillary Quinta, who is one of the most popular people in school and I say “Hey do you want to have a dance battle?” At the time when I was drunk I would of never even went to talk to her, if I had, I would of shriveled up into a raisin. But the dance battle went on. She had her group and I had mine, but her group was basic.

Once our group came up, I was the lead person and once i started dancing the first move, everybody was in shock, like their mouths were open. I kinda knew that were were going to win the battle, I mean, I was in it duh… After the battle ended and our group had won, everybody came up to me and asked for my number and asked if I wanted to get money by dancing. So I took up the opportunity to hopefully become the next big dancer in the world.