chapter 1 - A small smile

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    It all started sophomore year. It was my first year as a junior varsity cheerleader at Lincoln High school in Portland, Oregon. For the past months, I was still trying to adapt on the whole "cheerleader" part; and I still re-thought if joining the team was a good idea at first because of what happened my freshman year.. I mean yeah sure I was always supposed to smile and I did, and I was always supposed to greet people and be an outgoing person, but I was never that. I wasn't used to it when I joined the team. I eventually grew to love the feeling of running out on the green field, and being under the hot sun rays that pointed out every detail of the red and black uniform as everyone watched us perform the dances we'd put so much effort on. Everything was fine and I loved my life until I got placed in credit recovery class for my Algebra 1 course...

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