Middle school - sure, it was hard, but it was Shorty's last year of it! She was officially half-way through her eighth grade year, and she was ecstatic for her first year of high school; she'd watched hundreds of movies about how it'd be, with the sorority girls, the cheerleaders, and the jocks. She couldn't wait.

Currently, it was her free period, and she was spending it in the gymnasium again. She was an energetic sort of girl, one who loved sports, games, and dancing. She had her little Mp3 player set up on the bleachers, playing music so she could dance as a few other kids in the background either played volleyball or walked laps. She'd never been one to care about what people thought of her.

"Hehehe... So, I gotta do this, mhm.. And... A hop-spin here!" She hummed to herself with a smile, tongue partially stuck out in focus. Columbo, her mouse friend, was hanging onto her shoulder for dear life - just as amused as he was a bit scared of falling.