Barbie Zombie [on hold]

“We are Tigers hear us roar!

On this court, we always soar!

Ball after ball we score!

Our competition is a bore!”

“No!” The frustration that was boiling up inside me finally reached its peak. I threw my pompoms on the gym floor. “Ella, you’re doing it wrong!” I yelled, stepping in front of her, my green eyes piercing into her brown ones. “It’s not that hard to do a front handspring into a spilt!” I scowled. “You know what, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Everyone chattered excitedly upon seeing me perform a flip. I moved to the end of the blue mat and began my steady breathing technique. In your nose, out your mouth. In your nose, out your mouth.

For a short moment my body relaxed before it sprang into action. I bent forward feeling my hands touch the mat and my body momentarily in the air as it flung forward. That’s the moment where I feel light. Where I know all of my ten years of gymnastic training paid off. Where I feel my strongest. Sadly, my legs parted before they hit the mat, landing in a split and ending my very short high.

I search the cheerleaders’ faces and stop when I find Ella, her expression scared. “See, not that hard.” She simply nods. I sigh as I come out of the split and sat Indian style on the mat. “Everyone sit.” I instructed.

“I thought we were going to see if Ella could do the front handspring into a split.” I jerk my head to look up at Naomi’s smug face. She did always love to try to humiliate someone. I wasn’t going to allow her to do that to Ella. Plus I think I already humiliated her, she didn’t need more shit, especially from Naomi.

“I said sit. Ella can practice that next week.” I said sternly.

She sneers at me as she sits down next to Olivia, whispering something to her as she looks at me. She could be so childish and that is why I’m cheerleading captain, not her.

I turn my attention to everyone else. Noticing that some were murmuring about pulling muscles or some stating that they were fatigued. Others stretched body parts that must have begun to cramp up on them. I guess I ended practice just in time.

“We all know that we have a few games before we go off to competition.” Nods and mumbles of yeses were my reply. “So after the games we’ll be training harder than we ever did before.” I met each face with an intense look, to let them know how serious I was. “If you won’t be able to do the training I suggest you leave right after our last game.”

To no surprise Ella raised her hand. Ella was a petite, slender girl. To me she was average looking, brown hair and brown eyes. Her innocence and sweet voice is what made the boys flock to her. Her major flaw was that she let people intimidate her so easily, which caused her to be somewhat of a push-over. She was an amazing aerial cheerleader but she didn’t work so well on the ground. I nod at her as a signal to talk. “Um, what if we feel that we are up for it but don’t exactly know if we are able to handle it?” Her eyebrows knitted together as she waits for me to answer.

“Come to the first day of training and you will find out. Practice dismissed.”

Everyone gets up, gathers their belongings and headed off to the showers. The only people that stayed behind were my best friends Bailey and Morgan.

I get up turned away from them and did some minor stretches. I had that annoying feeling that someone was staring at me. I pivot my head around to look at Bailey and Morgan. “What?” I asked sounding more rude then I intended it to sound.

“You were unnecessarily mean to Ella. You know she tries her hardest.” Bailey said as she gets up and does a few stretches of her own. Bailey was the first girl that I got along with when I was a troublemaking toddler and we’ve been best friends since. Petite, a nice caramel skin tone, amazing green eyes, and long dark brown hair. She’s was the good girl in our little group.

“Yeah. What’s stuck up your asshole?” Morgan adds as she takes the lollipop she stuck inside her hair out. Tall, cream colored skin, dark hair, hazel eyes, and full lips that when pulled upward, showed her high cheek bones. Morgan was the rebel of the group, not caring what people thought of her. Although, the guys loved her for it.

“I hate that you’re always sucking on those things.” I tell her, not wanting to talk about me. I was averaged height, fair skin tone, blonde hair, green eyes, and small pink lips. I say I have a great body because of the years I took gymnastics and my current years cheerleading. I was in between Bailey and Morgan when it came to personality. At times I could be bad and others I was good. You can I say I’m neutral.