It has been two days since I had to decide between cheer and the zombies.
The decision seemed so obvious at the time. I, mean, I have been dreaming about being a cheerleader since I was a baby. My mum would always tell me stories about how she was in this specific cheer team. How they would make her feel supported and how they were like a second family.
So for years and years I practiced my cheerleading skills. I went to every cheer camp that I was allowed to go to. I used to make up little cheer routines for my family during the holidays. All my life I have been working towards this. Being a cheerleader.
But this does not feel how my mum describe the experience to be like. What type of family forces you to choose between your dreams and your friends? How is shielding me from experiencing new things and meeting new people, protecting me?
But most importantly, is being a cheerleader really worth it if it brings me so much misery?
As I walk down the hallway, towards my lockers, not even looking where I am going, I suddenly bumped into someone, knocking my books down.
Ugh, today is really not my day. As I bend down to pick up my books, I see that the person I walked into was still standing there.
So standing up, with my books in my hand, I finally look up to see who I walked into. Oh, Bucky, the one person I really wanted to see right now! Not.
Sighing, I bring my books to my chest and ask," What do you want Bucky? I need to put these away and go grab my gym bag before the practice starts."
"Woah, why so gloomy? Daisy, you know I am still your friend too. You can tell me what is wrong," he says while rubbing my arm. After all he has done to me in the past two days he still thinks he can play the 'friend' card?
Taking my arm away from his hand I shake my head at him,"No, Bucky you are not my friend anymore. Friends do not make their friends choose, friends do not forbid them from talking to their new friends, especially just because their a little different."
"But.... but..... it has always been like this Dase. We are taught to fear them, and there is a reason for it. THEY ARE ZOMBIES! They are stronger than us and they eat brains which I am starting to question if you have," Bucky aggressively exclaims, disbelief in his tone.
"How dare you! Do you really think that the principal, even that your aunt, the mayor of this city, would have let them come to the school if they still thought that the zombies were a danger. It was a long time ago, Bucky, they are not the same. I just really hope that you will see that one day," I say, shaking my head at the end.
Turning around I continue to walk towards my locker, not even paying attention to Bucky anymore, even with him following behind me.
Ignoring him, I put my books into my locker and grab my gym bag, making my way towards the gym where our team practice is today.
As I close the door, I turn around and face Bucky, who has now settled, laying against the locker next to mine. Let's just hear him out, maybe he wants to apologise?
"Yes Bucky, are you here to insult my intelligence again? Because I really do not have the time or patience for that," I state, with my arms folded.
"No, I am sorry. That was a low blow, even from me. I know that you think that they have changed but I just do not trust them and I know you have been miserable these last few days. I see how this has effected, Addison, Bree and your friendship so I want to make it easier for you," he explains, pushing himself from the locker.
Okay........?
"How are you going to make it better? What do I have to do?" I ask, all sadness wiped from my face. If there is a way for me to be with my friends again and still stay on the cheer team, I all for it, even if it sounds too good to be true.
"Nothing..... nothing just go back to your friends. It was silly of me to try and force you to do something you did not want to. Even if you do not see us as friends anymore, you will always be my friend Dase," he says holding both of my shoulders looking straight into my eyes.
I cannot believe the ruthless Bucky, that brings everyone down, just to stay on top, is letting me talk to the zombies again.
Not knowing what to say, I just hug him, suprising him and I at the same time. I am just so excited.
"Thank you , thank you, thank you, thank you-" I kept on mumbling
"It is no problem, Dase, I know I had no right to do that to you. Besides I cannot let all my hard work over the summer go to waste," Bucky jokes with a smile on his face making me giggle a little.
As we walk towards the gym together, I could not wait to finish cheer practice so that I could go and search for my friends.
Maybe if I explain what happened they will forgive me?
After cheer practice, I go to the showers to freshen up, looking around to see if someone is here, I take out my contacts, not being able to wear them in the shower.
If people had such a bad reaction to the zombies, they will never be able to accept my lilac eyes so green contacts are always going to be something I need to wear.
Now where to find my friends? Thinking a little I remember that the zombies have classes in the basement so with that in mind I walk towards the basement.
As I get near the door I could hear laughing and cheering from inside the room. Taking a deep breath I push open the door.
As the door opens, it suddenly gets quite. Looking up I see all my friends inside. Zed and Addison sitting on a table next to each other, Eliza and Bree talking with each other while looking at a old looking computer brief case, and finally Bonzo sitting on the ground in the corner, doing what looks like carving again.
Clearing my throat, I get everyone's attention. As everyone stops what they were doing, I give everyone a little wave.
"Daisy, what are you doing here? Aren't you scared Bucky is going to find you? We do not want you to lose your spot," Bree and Addison rush towards me, pulling me into a a group hug.
"No, no, it is fine. Bucky saw how sad I was without you guys so he said that I could talk to you guys again and stay on the team. I actually think he felt sorry for me," I explain while pulling out of the hug. Well atleast my besties will always be by my side.
As I look around the room I see Zed and Eliza nodding their heads at me and smiling, silently telling me that they forgive me too. I sigh, relieved that my new friends still wanted to be my friends even after the drama I caused.
As I look towards Zed, he dramatically tilts his head towards Bonzo in the corner, showing me that I should go talk to Bonzo.
Bonzo.... I have not seen him at all since the cafeteria incident. Oh, how can I be so selfish. I dropped the apple that he gave me. The one he worked so hard on. He probably thinks I am the most stuck up person ever. How am I going to explain to him what happened?
As I walk towards him, I could not help but think of every scenario where this would end horribly but because I need to at least try and explain, I kept on going.
Nervously, I stood in front of Bonzo, who stood up by the time I was in front of him.
"Look, Bonzo, I know what I did was wrong and...and ignoring you for two days is even worse but.... but-" I try to poorly explain but half through my attempt he stops me.
Shaking his head, he simply gives me a little smile and asks,"Hug?"
Not knowing what to do I stood there still, not really processing what he said. Taking this as a bad thing Zed piped in," Bonzo you cannot always give people hugs. Not everyone likes to get-" but before he could continue I quickly interfere, not even thinking before I spoke," No it is fine Zed, thank you. And sure Bonzo I would like a hug."
As I say this I walk towards him bringing him into a hug. Rapping my arms around his middle, Bonzo raps his arms around my neck, bending down to place his face into my neck. As he does this, I subconsciously stuff my face into his neck, closing my eyes as I savour the comfort I feel inside his arms.
Today did not turn out so bad after all.