Football. Softball. Baseball. Basketball. All these are sports that an average 17 year old boy would normally do. Or maybe they would just do nothing. Kenny was an exception. He didn't do sports. He danced. He danced because it made him feel good when he was down, or when his parents fought. Maybe after his death he would dance to let everything go. Either way, he loved it. The feel of freedom was enough for him. He didn't want to be famous. He wanted nothing except his friends and his dance. Of course, this was he secret. His secret hidden underneath his orange jacket.

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Kenny walked with his friends to school. It was a Thursday morning, and the school was becoming full of students. Mr. Garrison had joined the high school, and so he was still the boys teacher. Kyle began talking about the homework last night, while Kenny drowned him out with music. Kenny had saved up for an iPod years ago, and he loved it. He saw Stan look at him and Kenny turned down the music. He heard Stan ask if he was feeling alright.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." He said, his coat muffling his voice.

"Ok Kenny." Stan said.

They sat down in their seats, and Mr. Garrison took roll call.

"OK class, today I found out the school is having a talent show."

Kenny still had in his headphones, but he had turned down the volume. He started listening to . His heart leaped with joy at the two words of Talent Show, but then he realized it was his secret. He couldn't show it. Even if he did, Cartman wouldn't dare to let him live it down, and everyone in the school would think he's a fag.

"Any student can join, with any act." Mr. Garrison looked at Cartman.

"As long as it's legal." Cartman looked annoyed at the words.

As described the Talent Show, Kenny stared off into space, thinking. What if he did? Would he be OK? Will he? He knew that he was more than capable, and his home-skilled abilities were no problem. It was all about his willingness.

"And the show is during lunch on Thursday of next week. If you are signing up, please do so by Wednesday." He finished.

Everyone started talking about it, and Kenny heard Wendy say she was playing the piano. Kyle leaned toward Kenny in his seat.

"Hey, dude, you gonna do anything?" he whispered.

"Hm? I don't know,maybe." Kenny said.

"K. Me too. Doubt Cartman's doing anything though." He whispered, laughing.

Mr. Garrison told everyone to quiet down, and class began. Kenny barely payed attention, and he was just looking out the window, daydreaming.

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After school, the boys walked home, and Kenny walked into his home.

"What a shit hole." He thought.

He could hear his parents yell about something, and then he heard more yelling, and just grew and grew. Kenny couldn't stand the yelling. He didn't want to hear violence, so he ran outside. He's parents hadn't even noticed he came home, let alone left. He didn't run to anyone, just to the forest. The forest where nobody goes to. He checked to make sure he was alone, then he bumped his hip, making the song change. Kenny took off his hood. He started dancing, and he didn't really care about anything right now. He even got so into it he began to sing softly.

"I'm on the edge of glory, and I'm hanging on to this moment with you." he sang.

He had it on maximum volume, and he couldn't hear anything. After that song had ended, he didn't just stop like usual. He kept on dancing. He Bumped his hip, changing the song. The kept on dancing for at least an hour. When he turned around, he began to sing along with the song. Kenny put up his hood. He sang all the way home. Then he got inside and took out his headphones.

"Hey Kenny." He mom said, sitting down on the couch next to him. He turned to her, and saw a bruise on her face.

"Mom! he said, muffled.

"What is it Kenny? If you are wondering where your father is, he went out for a bit." she said.

"Mom! You have a bruise on your face! What happened?"

"Oh nothing. Just your fucking father decided to settle things a little differently than is possibly legal." she said, looking at Kenny.

"What? The motherfucker!" He said.

"Kenny, it's OK." she hugged him.

Kenny may almost be 18, but he still enjoyed the moments when his mother would hug him. She would hug him for a long time after he died. His deaths were less constant, more of a monthly deal, and he never died twice in a month. He was safe this month then. He hugged her back. He smiled underneath his coat. Then he decided.

He was going to dance at the talent show on Thursday.