Popplio was so shocked when he got into Starter High, that at first he couldn't believe it.

"Wait, what?" Popplio said. "What?"

"You've been accepted," the secretary said.

"YES!" Popplio yelled.

Nothing seemed to go right in Popplio's life. No one at his current school liked him, he had no friends, his grades were only slightly above average and he didn't play sports.

He did have a penchant for street performing and broadway karaoke, though.

Popplio especially liked the street performers that did amazing things with just a soccer ball.

He would study them on street corners and occasionally take note of how the performer did the trick. Then, he would practice it in his pool or at home.

He never told anyone at school, but he memorized all the lines of old Broadway musicals and constantly performed in front of an imaginary audience.

Popplio wasn't one for trends, but one of them really got to him. That one trend was dabbing. Popplio dabbed everywhere. At school, everyone found it annoying.

"Popplio, stop dabbing, we know you got the question right," one kid told him.

"Popplio, can you stop?" others told him.

But Popplio kept on dabbing, kept on performing and kept on doing the things he loved.

Now, he got to do this at a new school. Hopefully someone else there would understand him.