Bianca DeSousa placed a flyer on the wall of Degrassi high school. She still had more flyers to hang around the school but it was all for a good cause. She was starting a dance team at Degrassi. It took some pleading and begging from Mr. Simpson but, he agreed.

"Dance Crew?" A voice said and Bianca turned.

"Yup. Tryouts are this Friday after school." Bianca said and then realized she'd never seen the girl before. "Are you new here?"

"Yeah, it's my first day. I'm Tiara." She held out her hand and they shook.

"I'm Bianca." She said "Do you dance?"

"Only since I was three." Tiara said "Ballet, jazz, tap, hip-hop, contemporary, and even ballroom. Dancing is my passion."

"We'll see." Bianca walked off as the girl went to class. Just then she ran into Marisol, head of the power squad.

"What's this?" Marisol asked, holding up a flyer.

"The flyers for the dance team that's coming to Degrassi."

"We already have a dance team."

"Holding up pom-poms and cheering, is not, dancing okay? Besides, Mr. Simpson approved it."

"Good luck." Marisol said as she balled up a flyer and tossed it in the trash. She didn't mean that with good intentions and Bianca knew it. At lunch she spotted Tiara with her Beats headphones over her ears and she knew no one else would exactly be with her at this moment.

"Hey." Tiara said pulling her headphones down to the top of her shoulders. "How are you?" She asked

"Fine."

"So… why are you sitting with me?"

"If you want the truth… you're probably the only person I can really talk to."

"Oh. I can relate to the feeling."

"You have no idea."

"Try having a mother who's incarcerated, a father who's dead, so you live with your brother who isn't the best guardian but he's the closest thing you have left."

"I've seen worse. Reputations are so hard to shake around here."

"Listen. Do you still do that stuff you used to do now?"

"No way."

"Then that's all that matters. I've done bad things too, mostly because of my anger at the universe but, it's in the past."

Bianca actually had fun with Tiara, who was down to earth and cool. Come Friday she was ready to get the dance auditions started. After school she was surprised to see at least thirty dancers in their workout clothes warming up, practicing, and stretching. She gave them all another twenty minutes and it was three thirty.

"Okay, listen up." Bianca said and all of them gathered around her. "You guys get one minute to show me what you've got then you're free to go and results will be posted after school on Monday. Got it?" They all nodded and Bianca sat in the bleachers and the first name was Tiara's. "Tiara Allen." She called out. Tiara came out of the crowd of people and hooked up her iPod to the stereo in the gym and the music she picked out was cool but her dance moves would be tough to beat, she moved easily and some of her moves weren't simple. It looked like she might be the best of the day. By the end of the auditions, she'd seen enough good auditions to have a team and the people she'd picked were guys and girls. Once the gym was empty Bianca gathered her list and her bag. Outside, Bianca was surprised to find Tiara in front of the school, still dancing. She tapped her on the shoulder.

"What are you still doing here?" Bianca asked

"My brother was supposed to come get me but he's probably just late."

"I can give you a ride, because something tells me that you'll be here for a while." Tiara smiled.

"I guess… thanks." Tiara got in the passenger's seat and Bianca listened to her address and realized that they lived on the same street.

"So, what are your plans for college?"

"Major in Dance. Hopefully get a scholarship since, my parents are obviously not paying and my brother's useless when it comes to money." Tiara said "What about you?"

"I'm not really sure yet."

"You'll figure it out, I'm sure. Besides, people do go into college when they're still thinking about majors." She said.

"I know that now."

"And sometimes, always having things planned out, can make life boring." She said "Anyway, do you have a boyfriend?"

"It's complicated." Bianca said while she was thinking of Drew.

"How?"

"He's with someone else who's addicted to drugs and he likes me."

"That is complicated, but if he likes you, why can't he just break up with her?" Bianca sighed

"Because, she needs someone."

"Where are her parents?"

"They're around."

"It must be very complicated then. If it's meant to be, then it'll happen." When Tiara got out of the car to go to her apartment, that one quote kept lingering in Bianca's mind.