AN: Here's a little bit of a new story I'm working on.

Talented Shame

It was like any other day with me and my best friend Samantha. It was always just the two of us. We were the rejects of this school. We knew of people, but, no one else talked to us. It didn't really matter because we helped each other through out the years. We were at our usual bench and it was before third period. We didn't see who did it. It made the day go from good to bad in a split second… a flick of a wrist.

Slushiee Facials were horrible. I'm not going to lie. We heard the laughs as the perp was getting away. "Dammit." Sam said as we rushed to the girl's bathroom. I washed off my glasses while Sam was washing her face.

"It's a food chain Sam. Football players and cheerleaders at the top-"

"And- what? We're at the bottom? Bullshit." She spat as she washed her hands. "I'm tired of this, Iris." I didn't even look at her.

"We're almost seniors! That means we just have to pull through all of this." The bell then rang for class to start. We said our good byes and it was off to class we went.

Spanish was a fun class. Maybe it was because I was good at the language. I like to think that. My teacher is really nice. He's basically a father figure to me. Even since my own father died three years ago, I always had a somewhat hole that was left. Mr. Schue took me under his wing, so to speak. At least one of the teachers cared about me. I sat in Spanish Two Honors and we finished a test. I didn't really know my Spanish partner yet because we switched partners last week. I didn't get along with my old one. All we knew was our names. His was Artie. I had been crushing on him since my freshman year.

"So, how do you think you did?" He asked. I didn't expect him to really talk to me.

"Eh. I'm thinking I got a C. How about you?" I just realized I could have answered him in Spanish. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"I'm thinking about a B plus. That was a pretty hard test." Whew. There was so much time to kill in this class. "Hey, Mr. Schue. Why don't you play some music?" Was Artie crazy? Did he really just say that? Mr. Schue actually agreed and started playing some songs that I actually knew. The first one had a Latin flair to it mixed with a club feel. I could never understand what the singer was saying but, it felt good to dance to. "Let's see you dance."

"I don't dance. Sorry to disappoint you." I said. I knew that I was able to dance. I just haven't danced in a long time. A couple people started dancing to the song and they didn't care if they were good or not.

"Come on," Artie said "you got to dance!" I shook my head. He sighed. That's when I felt bad. I knew that he couldn't dance and here I am; refusing to dance. I thought about it for a few moments and stood up. Last time I tried this, I focus on the lyrics. This time, I focused on the beat. I let it run through my body and take control of my brain. Before I knew it, a little over half the class had joined in.

Did I mention that Artie was smiling at me?