When The World Fails You

When The World Fails You Part 3

Ray

　

Stupid bitch.

I hate her. I fuckin hate her so much it makes me want to hurt someone. I seriously just want to take a chair and throw it out a fuckin closed window.

I thought I had her too. I could of sworn I was going to break her.

She’s a lot more difficult than I thought.

She flinched though, once. It was almost worth it but not as much as it would have been if she broke down.

I was going to have to find some bigger shit to hit her with.

When she made fun of my education skills it caught me off guard. I’ve never had to deal with people calling me names because I couldn’t read very well. I’ve always been like that. Ever since I was a kid I could never catch on with my spelling or writing. No class helped. It was just something I couldn’t do.

I’m not hurt over what she said. I call her out on her looks and she strikes back with calling me out on my education skills. I guess getting into her and Giselle’s business without actually knowing what was going on was my fault. In that case I deserved it. She was just defending herself from me.

Still, she needs a wake up call.

And I need a plan.

　

Madison

　

School went as well as I thought it would.

Practice was a total disaster. I have eight girls and four guys who decided it was in their best interest to NOT practice over the summer and it totally ruined my mood when I saw them screw up on our cheers. Yet here I am, working on my new cheers for them and they can’t even remember the old ones.

“You girls…and guys,” I look at the few male cheerleaders who look just as guilty as my girls. “Had all summer to practice. Now we have to start all over again…plus, I’m going to have to find three new varsity girls because coach thinks it’ll help us…so as you can see I’m just a little fuckin agitated right now!”

My fingers are rubbing my temples and I’m pacing back and forth in front of my squad. Kara, who happens to be my co-captain, and the only one who practiced, stood in front of the squad with a satisfied look on her face. She knew I wasn’t chewing her out because she practiced. That made her whole day, knowing I was pissed at everyone but her.

Courtney, who was sitting next to Leanne, a black girl with some seriously gorgeous eyes and a nice car from her dad, raised her hand to get my attention.

“Yeah Courtney?” I looked at her once my pacing stopped.

“I have an idea,” She got up and turned to everybody. “Because we all sucked this summer, I think we should start practicing every day for the next two weeks. We can catch up, then look for some new members.”

Some of the squad began to groan.

“I can’t,” Leanne got up and protested. “I have work, plus, I have my college courses.”

“Well what about practicing all day on the weekends?” Courtney began to compromise. “You never work on weekends…look we owe it to Madison. She trains her ass off and bends over backwards for us. It is the least we can do.”

“I totally agree with Courtney,” Kara nodded and stood next to me. “You guys owe it to her.”

Courtney rolled her eyes and grinned at me. “All in favor of practicing weekends?”