Yet again another late upload from BeautifullyAwkward, sorry! I’ve been really busy trying to get my Algebra 1 grade up and what not, and with my mom cracking down on my like a drill Sergeant getting on Wattpad was the last thing she’d let me do! Well..yeah…enjoy the chapter! <3
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“Okay,” Zoey clapped her hands together, and stood in front of the table of the judges. Who were like her—dull in the brain, but sharp in chic. “All of you appear to want to be cheerleaders, but there’s a boat load of you,”—she pouted—“Let’s make this simpler, anyone who wears a size 7 and up does not qualify for the sport.” She said cherubically.
I starred around wide-eyed, and shocked. Could she really do this? I watched as three fourths of the girls who wanted to try out leaving droopy eyed and disheartened. That was wrong. There was only about eight of us left—including Jenna. They all tried out, and were graciously accepted—maybe to the fact that they were thin. Then…the inevitable came. It was my turn.
“Name?” Zoey inquired, knowingly.
“Fallon,” I say between my teeth. She nods and smiles, folding her arms across her chest. I stand there awkwardly. “Do you have a cheer?”
“Oh,” I blinked, sounding as if I had been punched in the gut, “I didn’t really—“
“Go, give me one off the top of your head!”
“We’ve got spirit, yes we do, we’ve got spirit—how about…you?” I say awkwardly, doing awkward little moves, and unflattering gesticulations. She scrutinized me. “Can you do a split?”
I scratch the back of my next, and do something that may or may not help me. Please let that one month of gymnastics pay off. I prayed silently. I went down, but there was too much pain. “Ouch,” I winced, jumping back up to my feet. “I’m sorry Fallon—but you didn’t make the team.”
My heart didn’t sink of anything, but I felt like I let Jenna down. She really was looking forward to me being on the team. “Wait, one more time!” I beg. Zoey gives me an accusatory eyebrow.”I can do better…just watch.”
“Guess who’s there? The Holloway Bears! Coming to your town! We’ll bring you down! No time to chat no time to play, we’ll steal the ball, and keep it all day!” I cheered, ending with a cartwheel, and a flashy smile. Zoey looked at her crew. “That cheer was impressive. Right off your head too? You can come up with some of cheers—good job Westlake. You’re on the team.”
Jenna squealed animatedly, coming up behind me, and hugging me. “Thank you, thank you! She won’t—we won’t let you down!” Jenna beamed.
“Only thing you should let down is a few pounds,” Zoey said nonchalantly, “Seems like your midsection is getting a little heavy.”
Jenna’s face became sallow, but quickly turned to her cheerful nonetheless carefree face.
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Jenna scribbled down things in her notebook, as we sat at my kitchen table. I bit lifelessly into my apple, starring out far beyond the window. “My dad’s going to be home in twenty minutes,” I warn Jenna. She looks up, and blinks, folding her notebook over. “Got it,” she whispers, rising to her feet.
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