Disclaimer: I LIKE SO TOTALLY wish I owned DDR…but I don’t. : (

ONE-SHOT:

Yasha was a bright and intelligent girl. But people thought she was weird because she was EMO! And punk. She thought Hot Topic was better than Juicy and Hollister combined. (A/N: It is, but whatever) People thought she was incapable of doing anything “cool”. But the truth was that she kicked pre-teen ass in Dance Dance Revolution.

One day as a treat, the school got to take a trip to DDR world (A/N: I know, I wish it was real to) All the kids were excited, even emo Yasha! On the bus ride there, everyone was singing!

“Oh DDR, you kick butt of all other Dancing games! DDR my favorite game to spend forty bucks on! DDR, that’s right, I said DDR! Dance Dance Revolution!” sang all the kids on the bus, except Yasha who was too shy to join along.

Just then, the bus started to shake. We were almost there! Everyone was cheering or shouting for joy. “I want to play Cartoon Heros!” said Ralph, who had hair the color of burning flames. “I totally less than 3 (A/N: 3 look a heart!) Butterfly!” said the token bitchy popular prep Tia. “I want to play Legend of Max.” quietly whispered Yasha. “Too bad my life sucks…”

Yasha let her dyed black hair fall in front of her face, so no one would see her. She played with the fringe of her Dark Fairy(A/N: eViiL fAiRiiEs RoCk Mii SoX!11oneone) shirt the rest of the way to DDR World, until Tia decided to talk to her (A/N: Dun Dun Dun!) o.O! “Emo girl! Word around Nathan’s is you’re pretty good at DDR’ Tia called across the bus, tossing her glossed blonde hair over her should. Yasha just nodded meekly, and to her relief, the bus pulled up at DDR world, it’s neon gates, and the dance music making it stand out.

The crowd of 13 and 14 year old ran through the neon gates. There were groups and families (I 3 the Periodic Table) of DDR machines, enough for each person. Yasha tried to control her excitement by slowly frolicking through the sweet totally tubular place. She picked out a slightly messed up machine, with a tinted screen. But she felt sorry for the equally emo machine. She waited for a partner.

Soon an average height girl with red hair and a black hooded sweatshirt with a skull on it came up to Yasha. “Hey, me names Ellery. It means elder tree island. Isn’t that stupid?” She laughed. Yasha though her british accent was cool. She also loved her hoodie. “Are you emo?” asked Yasha. “yeah, are YOU emo?” “yeah!’ “Let’s hug!” said Ellery, and they did.

“Well, let’s play DDR!111111111111ONEONEUNOONE!” shouted out a random announcer dude who appeared out of nowhere. Everyone stopped what they were doing, to see the two emos play DDR on heavy. They chose ‘Phantom of the Opera: DDR version’ to play. They both winced at the high notes, then went back on track. They both got perfects. Wow! But then, Ellery ran out of breath and choked on Quiznos REAL forks that some kid was eating with. Yasha won with an AAA score!

“You think you really won?” a bitchy voice said. Yasha turned around and saw Tia and her little popular lawn sitting friends come over. “Yeah, really!” When Tia smiled, her invisible braces can almost be seen. “You had to win by getting that other Emo’s kid throat to be stabbed! Laughter was everywhere!

Yasha got mad. “You want to try and verse me?” Everyone got Chelsea Sarnelli eyed. Tia’s smile faded. “Fine. GOD!” They put on Legend of Max. Yasha was beating her and Tia died because she didn’t have enough Diet Gatorade!

The End