Junter

Chapter 1

 A loud voice from the announcement speaker buzzed as I ran through the hallways.

"The winner of yesterday's football game was Biscuit High's senior team with quarterback Jonas P. Line." yelled the voice. It was Mrs. Mo, our principal.

"Don't forget that tonight's the BHS Pit-bull's against the DHS Mathematicians in volleyball. That's it for the afternoon, have a great weekend!!"

By the time she finished talking about the results, I was almost to the door. I was late for cheer, and today was the last day of auditions. I rushed outside to the field, covered in dead grass. Coach Armstrong was already there, as well as all the other audition participants. One of the girls, Anne Thony, trotted over. She was wearing a bright yellow tank top with a matching skirt.

"You're late, you dumb pig." she said.

Since she is the Coach's niece, she has a guaranteed spot on the team.

"Just shut up," I replied. "there's no point."

I took off my orange hoodie, revealing my Biscuit High School cheer uniform. I trotted over to the starting line, the sun right in my face.

"Now, we will run a mile for warm-up." Coach Armstrong said. "Then we will get onto the aerobics."

As Coach blew his whistle, we started running laps around the big field. He sat on the benches and pulled out a thick, juicy cheeseburger from his fanny pack. The extra ketchup was leaking all over his hand, as well as the cheese. He blew his whistle again, or attempted to. Instead, he spattered ketchup and spit all over himself and his sandwich. I couldn't help but smile to myself.

"OAT!!" he screamed. "Get your ass over here. Your mom is here to pick ya up."

After an embarrassed Elly Oat stumbled across the field, we continued running.

"Move it, brace-face." yelled a voice from behind me. It was Camila Ron, the best volleyball player at BHS.

"I said MOVE IT."

I quickly lurched to the left as she sped past me. Her brown hair splashed into my face as she ran ahead of me. Not far behind were the other volleyball team members. They all had brown hair, but it was sloppy and choppy

"You heard what Cam said to Jonas the other day." said one of the girls. "About how she set him up with Anne," said another. "They're like the perfect couple!!"

I didn't get why he was so popular in the first place. In junior year, he was some nerdy weasel with acne and glasses. All he would talk about was video games and that stupid shit. He even asked me out to the junior prom that year. I rejected him, of course, but why would Anne date him?"

"Hunter!!!" yelled a scrawny boy on the side of the field. "Do ya wanna go to McRonald's and get some grub after practice?"

It was my best friend, Ash. He knew everything about everyone and he knew how to dig up dirt on anybody. "Sorry." I said. "My mom's making me stay home for dinner. You can come to eat though."

Ash was about to reply when the screech of Coach's whistle interrupted us. "No talking during tryouts, do you WANT to lose your place on the team? You've been working hard all these years for this, don't screw this up now." Ash mouthed, "Call me." with his hand to his face. I sighed and continued running. Coach is right I thought. All this training can't go to waste.

After a few minutes, as sweat poured down my face, Coach Armstrong blew his whistle.

"Awrright Ladies, I brought out some dumbbells for strength testing." A large, gray and blue cart with BHS engraved on the side was pushed onto the field. "Crap." I said to myself. "I'm weaker than a stick."