Iggy's POV

My heart pounded. Sweat dripping from my forehead. Adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I leaped through the air, landing on my toes, dropping to the ground for a graceful summersault then flawlessly jumping to my feet and spinning rapidly on one foot. I came to a slow spin then stopped, ending in a gentle last spin and pose.

The music stopped and I came out of my trance.

I reached down to my bag and pulled out my towel, wiping the sweat off and walking over to the cd player and taking the cd out.

I sat down and took deep breaths and a drink.

Dancing. That was me, my life summed up in one word.

My name is Iggy Griffiths, I'm a 17 year old boy. I'm taller than like everyone I knew, I had strawberry blonde hair on the blonde side. I'm pale and thin with faded blue eyes. Not a pretty picture. I look so out of the crowd and awkward.

The only thing that made it better was though I looked awkward, when dancing I was more graceful than anyone else.

Dancing was my life. Ever since I could walk, I could dance. I spent all my extra time dancing. Dancing was a solution to everything. When I was happy, I danced. When I was upset or mad, I danced away the problem. For that small time I was dancing everything just went away, no problems, just me and the open space, freedom.

I did a lot of hip hop and street dancing, but I also did a lot of ballet.

I had never once in my life had a real lesson on dancing, I taught myself. Sure I did well on my own, but one day I would like to do it professionally, get some real advice and all.

My mum was a mess. She never left her bed. She was dying, had been for years. She had this illness that stopped her from even getting out of her bed. There was no cure or anything so there was no point being in the hospital so she just stayed in her bed at home all day. My dad was all I really had. And that's not really saying anything.

I was an only child and all my dad had ever wanted was a boy. You think he'd be ecstatic he had me then. But no. I was everything he didn't want. He hated me dancing and therefore hated me.

All he was ever ask me was "Why do you have to dance?" or "Why can't you just man up?" or sometimes "Why can't you just be a real boy?"

He disapproved of everything I did now.

To make matters worse I was the only male dancer at my school.

You wouldn't believe the crap I get for it. I have no friends. No one likes me. All they like about me is to pick on me.

The door to the gymnasium where I had been dancing opened.

"Ok girl. Your time is up, time for the real men to practice" Couch Johnson told me. Even the teachers gave me crap.

Especially Couch Johnson who was couch of the football team.

I put my cd player in my bag and swung it over my shoulder.

The boys who played football threw things and me and called me names as I walked out.

Welcome to my life.

I shoved my bag in my locker and headed to the showers.

I took quick showers so I didn't run into the jocks on the football team. One thing they taunted me about was being gay. Ok I'm only going to say it once: I AM NOT GAY. I am completely straight. Plus I don't see how dancing makes me gay when they're the ones running around jumping all over each other getting sweaty then coming back to all get naked and shower together. Kinda gay if you ask me.

I pulled off my clothes and sat them in a dry spot in the shower with me; I was not making the mistake of leaving my clothes out again. Last time I spent the whole day in the showers naked for some kids ran off with my clothes. I was extra careful these days.

Some people ask why I don't just change schools. Well what's the point? The same thing will just happen.

I got dried and dressed and put all that in my locker.

I aimlessly walked around until it was time to go to class. I took out my books and headed to Maths.

Academically I did ok. I wasn't really smart but I kept up pretty good grades.

I spent most of maths looking out the window daydreaming.

I then headed to my last class for the day, science. I was pretty good at science.

Today's lesson was on rain and that, what am I 10?

"I'm sure sparkle-fingers could do us a rain dance" Sam, one of the jocks said, throwing scrunched up paper at me. I just ignored it, like always.

"Dance monkey" another one said throwing another piece at me.

Of course the teacher did nothing but tell them to calm down, teachers gave up ages ago.

"Hey twinkle-toes" another threw paper at me.

They never teased me alone. Being a dancer built me up. I didn't have bulging muscles like some of them or anything. But I was lean and muscular with good body strength. I wouldn't want to pick on me alone either.

Science finished up and I got my stuff and left for home.

When I got home I did what I normally did. I turned my music up loud and danced the blues away.