This is really short right now. I'm just writing sort of a summary on the feelings and the direction that this story is going to follow. If you like the idea at all, please review. Be aware, this casts a negative light on cheerleading as a sport. If you have ever cheered, you will probably be able to relate to these situations.
"One two down up," shouted my coach for the thousandth time that day.
We were all sweaty, crabby and overworked, but we weren't allowed to stop until everything was perfect. Each run through made perfection more out of our reach due to the increasing weariness.
I couldn't help thinking about my reasons for staying in this sport. It was to the point of no longer having fun. With a nazi coach and surrounded by moody girls all the time, there just no longer seemed to be a point. The only thing that kept me going was the thought that I would not longer have any friends if I were to quit. That burning and terrible thought, that everyone that I loved would all of a sudden hate me, because I had let down the team and quit the wonderful sport of cheerleading.
Finally we ran out of time, and she let us stop. We had only gone over 20 minutes today. It usually was much more, because Coach Parker would never let us leave, if she didn't feel that every motion, every formation change was drilled into out heads, and that we would have no choice, but to dream about it the next day.
I walked over to Jenny and asked what she was going to do after practice. Jenny and I had been friends for years. Friends before either of us ever entered this demon sport. The stressful effect of cheerleading had started to wear down our friendship and I was afraid that I was going to lose her.
She replied that her brother, Phil, was going to take her and two of the other cheerleaders, Mandy and Nicole, out.
I didn't know that Jenny and her brother had become that close. I was surprised by their interest in each other.
"Where are you guys going?" I asked Jenny in surprise.
Jenny turned to me and whispered in my ear, "Don't tell anyone, but Phil is going to buy us different flavored tobacco to smoke."
Then Mandy said, "I know it sounds bad, but I'm so stressed and it just makes me feel good after these really long practices."
I looked at them, maybe a little disapproving, because what they were doing was wrong, but I couldn't blame them. I wanted to go too. I would do anything to relieve the pressure that I was feeling, and if that meant smoking, I sure was game.