Yes I have updated once again. Sorry this update took a bit longer than expected. I was in depression as Scotland didn't make it to the Euro 2008. But I know most of you wouldn't understand so I think I'll shut up about that

This chapter took me a bit of thought, I needed to remember what ballet was like again, I took it for 7 years and I remember a boy that was in my class. So that got me started. The rest then came into my mind like bullets! So please enjoy the new chapter

That night, the Marsh family were having dinner at the table. They were having sausages, mash potatoes and vegetables. Stan wasn't eating his food; he was in deep thought about the letter. He was too busy thinking about it that He didn't notice that his sister was trying to talk to him. Or in this case, order him.

"HEY TURD! CAN YOU PASS OVER THE SALT!" Shelley shouted, snapping Stan out of his thoughts. He quickly passed the salt to her and went back to thinking. He played about with his mashed potatoes, making a little house.

"Stan, is something the matter?" His mum asked him. She put her hand on his shoulder. Sharon was always looking out for her children and apparently she is the hottest mum in South Park.

"Nothings wrong, except I got this weird letter in the mail today," He replied.

"Oh," She questioned, "What was it about?" Stan rummaged around in his pocket and passed the letter to his mum. She began to read it, her face dropped.

"Ballet? Since when did you sign up for ballet?" She asked him.

"I didn't. I don't even like ballet," Stan protested.

"Then how come you got this letter then," She said. Randy looked up at the two. He gulped.

"I think it was me," He said softly, butting into the conversation. Sharon and Stan stared at him.

"How?" asked Sharon,

"Well, when we were drinking last night, we went into town afterwards and I might've signed you up for ballet..." Randy began to trail off. Stan looked at him in disbelief.

"Wha...what?" He stammered, "How could you," He pinched the bridge of his nose, looking down.

"Well, maybe this might be good for you Stan, you might enjoy it." Sharon said,

"Are you kidding?" Stan cried, looking up, "If my friends find out, they will be making fun of me till the 9th grade." He leaned upwards, looking straight into his mums eyes.

"Then they're not really your friends then," She said back, "Besides, me and Randy have just booked morning classes on painting at the South Park learning centre. So you'll have to spend your Saturdays with Shelley." Stan slumped back into his seat. Shelly stared at her mum too. She had been listening into the conversation too. Stan looked to Shelly, he knew straight away that she wasn't too happy about it as well and would probably beat the living daylights out of him. And that was on a good day.

"Mum," said Shelley leaning on the table, "No way am I going to spend my whole Saturday with HIM." Her speech was slurred because of her braces. All went quiet at the table.

"No," Stan said calmly, "I'll go," Everyone looked at him. Shelley leaned back sighing. His dad looked at him.

"Are you sure?" He asked, Stan nodded. The family then resumed eating their meal.

"Anything's better than staying with Shelly," Stan muttered under his breath.

The next Saturday, Stan woke up dreading of what was about to happen to him. He stared at the ceiling for ten minutes and decided to get up. He got ready and packed his backpack. His mum got him everything he needed during the week. He put his bag on and went downstairs. His parents were already at their classes. Shelly was sitting on the couch watching TV. As Stan passed her, he heard her snigger at him.

"Have fun dancing, Turd." She said sarcastically. Stan sighed. He made it out the door and across to the community centre without anyone noticing. He entered the building. As he entered, he could hear classical music playing in one of the rooms. He headed for the room and went in.

There, he saw a few girls from a grade class younger and older than him. He saw a few girls from his class too. He recognised Wendy and Heidi, who both giggled as he entered the room. The two were both in leotards and tutus. There was a woman wearing a leotard and legwarmers.

"So, you must be Stan then," The woman asked him. Stan nodded. He saw all the girls whisper to each other. His face went bright red.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "There's another boy from your class here too," Stan looked up at her.

"Another boy?" he repeated.

"Hey Stan," The boy called out. He turned his head to the blond haired boy walking towards them.

"Butters," he said. Butters was wearing a white leotard, gray dancing trousers and ballet shoes. He went up to him.

"Are you doing ballet too?" he asked.

"Yes," Stan muttered. Butters smiled at him with his brown eyes. Butters was always sweet to everyone, even those who were mean to him, especially Cartman.

"Why don't you get changed and Ill show you some beginner moves." The woman suggested, "Oh, and by the way. I'm Ms Carson."

"O.K," Stan replied, he went into the toilets and into one of the cubicles. He took out his dance trousers and leotard out and then put them on. He attempted to tie the laces on the ballet shoes, but then stuffed them into the gap of the shoe. Stan came out of the cubical and looked in the mirror.

"I look so gay," He muttered and went out the toilet.

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