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Thank you to my reviewer: CuteCrittersGang! I wuv you and your silly story!

Erm… I suppose I shall continue because I really thought this was a good idea… Eri's the first original character I've ever made. Oh well. I continue because it makes me happy, not just for reviews!

I made up Eri, Fuku, Makato, Sari, and Tomo. I do not own Yuki (sadly!).

Secret Two:

Secret Number Two: I love to dance.

I'm obsessed with it.

Dancing is my life.

But that secret will never be revealed. No matter what those stupid teachers say. I will not let it be.

"Okay, Sari and I have already made up the dance," Makato decided after all of the groups had been assigned, and the two of them broke down into this hip-hop frenzy, butt-shaking and all. I watched from a distance, desperately trying not to laugh.

"That's dumb," Tomo argued. "That's a girl dance. I'm not shaking my butt around like that."

Fuku began talking about the history of dancing, and I just stood there. Yuki walked over to me.

"Hey," he said. My mouth immediately felt like it was filled with peanut butter, molasses, and Elmer's glue, so I forced myself to smile and succeeded in looking like a demented Zombie.

"Did you get home alright yesterday?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, then immediately cursed myself. Who was I to speak to this… angel?

I wondered if he was trying to be nice to me so he could rape me or something later.

No, I'm not one to trust people.

"Prince Yuki!" Makato and Sari shrieked, "Did you like our dance?"

Then it dawned on me.

Yuki wasn't just a popular boy.

He was the most popular kid in the whole school.

He was the one everyone called 'Prince'…!

"Uh… sure…" he answered, and I inched away from him nervously. I was a speck compared to him.

"I hated it!" Tomo exclaimed. "I'm not doing that!"

"Why don't we ask Eri what she thinks we should do?" Fuku decided, and I almost fainted as my five group mates turned to look at me.

"Oh… I don't know…" I mumbled, although my head was buzzing with ideas.

"She doesn't know anything," Sari snorted. I looked away in embarrassment.

Yeah, that's why I'm a straight-A student and skipped freshmen year.

I was fuming.

"If nobody has any ideas, we're doing our dance. We're going to wear a white shirt, black pants, and a black tie. The song we're going to do is—"

"Wait a second," Tomo cut Makato off. "Who decided that? We're not doing that!"

"Makato and I thought of it, and if you don't like it too bad!" Sari exclaimed.

"I think we should concentrate more on the dance and less on—" I started, but Sari hissed at me.

"Nobody cares what you think! Just shut up!" Makato yelled, rolling her eyes at me. I shut my mouth and gritted my teeth back and forth so I wouldn't cry.

"Why don't we do this move?" Fuku suggested, demonstrating 'The Robot'. Tomo laughed and Sari and Makato clicked their tongues, ignoring them.

"Were going to do the song—"

"We really should concentrate more on the dance," Yuki said.

Suddenly, it was the best idea ever, and the two girls lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Good idea, Yuki!" they cried.

The end-of-class bell rang. I couldn't believe we had spent over twenty minutes with our group and didn't have a single move better then 'The Robot'.

-

During lunch time, I snuck into the smaller gym and popped one of my pop CDs into the player along the wall. I wasn't sure if I was allowed in there unsupervised, but I didn't really care. I pressed play, and the room was filled with electronic beats and cheesy lyrics.

I began to dance.

As I spun and twirled, making up a dance on the spot, I let all of my emotions out into the steps. My anger at Makato and Sari… my possible crush on Prince Yuki… I was completely unaware of what I was doing.

That's why I loved dancing. I could just outlet all of my emotions and have fun at the same time. I felt as if I weighed nothing…. As if I was floating on the air…

The song ended and I sat down on the floor, exhausted. I smiled and pulled the ribbon out of my hair, letting the brownish-black, waist-long strands fall like waves on me.

After a quick stretch, I stood up again and took my CD out of the player. I began to tie my hair back up when I heard this noise… this… clapping. I got all embarrassed and turned around, expecting a gym teacher.

I was wrong.

I fainted.

Well, almost. My knees gave in and I collapsed onto the group.

"Are you okay?" Yuki asked, running from the door to help me up. I was sick of him helping me! I stood up by myself and collected my things without a word.

"Eri!" he exclaimed, placing his hand on my shoulder as I sped toward the door. I stopped, but didn't turn around. "Eri… how come you didn't say anything during class if you're such a good dancer?

"That…" I was about to say 'That wasn't me,' but decided against it. "What are you talking about? You didn't see anything."

Leaving him with this adorable, puzzled expression on his face, I stormed out of the room at the speed of light.

I couldn't even say that I had 'narrowly escaped' my secret being revealed, because it had been. To the Prince. He was bound to tell everyone.

I sat down on the front steps and buried myself in the words of someone else's fantasies for the last few minutes of lunch.

-

I suppose I have some people to thank for this whole story: The two big jerks whose names will not be revealed. Not that they'll ever read this. I don't think they can read such hard words as 'The' and 'It'. They're the base of Makato and Sari. In gym class, we really had to do a dance unit at my school, and they told my group what we were wearing, what song we were doing, what dance we were doing, and every time someone would offer a suggestion, they would roll their eyes and make fun of me and my friends. This major controversy led to none other then… this story! I won't give you the whole details of everything that happened to me in that dance unit week, because the story is this story, with a few added twists!

I also thank my friends, Milijana, Hajar, and Justina, who are not a nerds, but are the bases for Fuku and somewhat Yuki's identity (not the crush-on-him part though! I don't have crushes on my friends! Lol!). Fuku asked Eri what she wanted to do, and offered suggestions himself. But… my friends didn't offer 'The Robot'!

I thank another one of my friends, Pei-Chee, (yeah, yeah, so much thanking) for the identity of Tomo. She wasn't as grumpy about the dancing though, and surely isn't the school bully! She did defend me from the mean 'Makato and Sari' though and refuse to do their dance! Hoorah!

Thank you to all of the people who supported me in the process of this story! Too bad only one of them (Justina!) might read this, because none of my friends know what Furuba is aside from her… tee-hee!

So… did you like it? Yes? No? Maybe so? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Thanks for reading, man!

Brenna

+The Girly Man+

Secret Three Coming Soon!