The Life of a Want-to-be Cheerleader

   Hold up, wait a minute! Put a little love in it! 

   I moved my arms stiffly to the music and could feel my arms getting tighter and tighter from stress.  That was never a good sign.

   Yeah! Can't kick the habbit. Yeah! Just got to have it.

   I did a half-way cartwheel instead of my planned double-back flips and bearly got my feet off the ground.  Man, why was I so good when I was practicing, but sucked when I got out infront of anyone.  I could hear the judges snickering at me at me as I flailed around like a fish stuck on land.

  "Enough!" One them gaspped out holding his ribbs, "that's enough, we've got too many  candidates to watch all ready!  Please, just leave. Your wasting my valuable time."

  I sighed deeply and walked out the gym doors; head down and shoulders slumped in dissappointment and embarassment.  Boy, how much of a loser can I be?

  "Daneil!"  some called from behind me.  I turned to find my tall and skinny best friend: Karren.  "How was the tryouts?"  She asked before getting a good look at me.

   "What do you think?"  I said sharply.

   "OK, I guess it didn't go so well."

   "Wow, you must be Captin Obvious."

   "Hey, you don't have to be mean to me just cause you sucked."

   "Sorry, it's just that I practiced for weeks only to bomb it!"  I took another deep breath.  "Oh well, there's always next year.  Oh, wait... we're senors."  I added sarcasticly, "there won't be a next year."

   "Come on now, cheer-up!"  I gave her a go to you know where look.  "I know how to get you back to your old self."

   "I really don't feel like what ever you've got on your mind."  I really wanted to be alone so I could think over everthing I did wrong...and wallow in self pitty, I really need to do that.  Maybe eat a whole carton of chocolate ice cream to start off with...

   "Come on, Daniel.  Chad Dickens is running on the track right now."

   I perked up a little.  Spying on Chad didn't seem that bad at all.  Watching him run in circles on the track flexing his huge muscles.  Staring at his dreamy face...  "Ok, I can't refuse that.  I wouldn't be a girl if I did."