As I walked home, I thought about the crappy day I had today. I was late to math class and almost got detention, I got a grade lower than 70 on my science test, and my "friend" told me she doesn't want to hang out with me anymore. She is with the "popular" people.

I sigh as I walk to my mothers bakery when a hooded man or woman obstructed my view. Excuse me," I said as I moved to the right. The hood moved to the right. I moved to the left and it moved to the left. I breathed through my nose, indicating that I didn't want to deal with his or her bullshit. "Ok, man, listen up. I've have a shitty day and I don't need you and your stupid hood to mess it up." I pushed him to he left as I huffed my way to the shop.

The masked person started to run behind me. I ran fast as my legs could go to my moms shop. I ran in screaming, "MOM, MOM!!" People were lookingg at me as I yelled.  She came out of the back. "Honey, I hold you not to yell."
I rolled my eyes. "Look, I think someone was trying to take me."

I looked at the screen. I read it over and fixed a couple of mistakes. I think it's a little too forward and demanding. But, how can I get into the plot without-

I heard a rat-tat-tat on my backdoor. I look through the glass to see Ally. She is my next door neighbor and one of my best friends. We have known each other since we were 2. I opened the door and let her in, closing the door behind her.

"Geez, Amanda, are you on Wattpad again?" I love to read and write. Ever since I heard of Wattpad, I had to go on.
"Yes, I am. I'm writing a new story. This one is scary though."
Ally rolled her eyes. "Pul-lease, what do you know about "scary?" Scary for you is the dark." Ally says while walking into my kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I ask as she starts to take out some cookies. "What," she questions and gives me a pouty face. "I'm home alone with no food." I roll my eyes and take the box out of her hands. "Still, that doesn't mean you can just come on over and steal food from me." I take out a cookie from the box and eat it. Ally grabs the box and runs around my house. "Oh no you didn't."

The next 20 minutes were trying to get back the cookie box and make sure there are cookies left for me. I finally grab the box and put it in the pantry. I covered the door with my body. "No more. No cookies for you," I said panting.

"What was the real reason I came here for?" Ally said. "A reason other than food?" I remarked. She snapped her fingers. "Aha," she jumped in the air and ran to her phone.

"There is this....dance thing-" I stopped her. "Noooo. No,no,no!" I said as I walked away from Ally. "Give it a chance," Ally said, holding my hood, keeping me from walking any longer. I used to dance. I wasn't the best but I wasn't the worst either. I did ballet, tap, jazz, theater and a little hip hop. I stopped dancing a couple of months ago because none of my friends were dancing and when I tried to make the friends, they would be snooty. It was also getting too expensive.

She pulled me back. "Can I speak?" She replied with sass and let go of my hood "Go ahead."
"Thank you. Now, as I was saying, there is a dance...video....thingy, that you have to send in."
"I don't have to send it in." I said. "Ok, ok. But if you do, you will be in Erik's music video." A music video....wait- "Erik's music video. The E-Erik's?" I stuttered. "Ha, I knew you couldn't resist," Ally said smiling big. "Wait, where did you find this?" She was already on her phone, typing away.

She shoved the phone in my face. "Read it all," she told me. I took the phone from her hands.

Hello, dancers everywhere. I am Erik Jangger's manger, Cheryl Merch. He has been telling me that for his next music video, he would like 7 new, hip, dancers. But not just any professional dancers, real people who have a born-given talent to dance!! If you are around the age of 14-17, you can send in a video of you dancing to whatever song you like to dance to. The dance MUST be solo. In the video, you must state your name, where you're from, what you're dancing to, your email and phone number so I may contact you. You can dance to any style of music style from rap to classical. The video must be sent in by July 13th and to my email account: [email protected]. Erik and I will choose the winners of the contest and they will be in his next video!! So, show us your talent and we'll show you the world.

I was stunned. "I'm surprised he would do something like this." "Yeah, it was a little weird at first but its a way to show off your beautiful talent," Ally stated.

"But I can't." I said as I shrugged my shoulders. "Awe, but why?" "Because...." I had to think of an excuse. "I have.....a camp." Ally looked at me for a while and raised an eyebrow. "No, you don't. I know your lying to me."

I sighed in defeat. "C'mon, you even know your good." Ally said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure you've got the wrong person."
"It's just a video. Also they may not even pick you. Only seven people will be picked." I sighed again and stand down.
"Do I have to?" I said in a whining tone. "Do I have to make you?"
"Ok, ok. I'll fricking do it." Ally screamed in delight.

"But," I start, "the only dances I have done are group dances." Ally smirked. "Then, we will have to make one up on our own."

I laughed. Then, I stared at her to see if see was serious.
"Oh, your not joking."
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "The world may never know."