Hi I am Arabella is a junior in high school, and a varsity cheerleader at Siesta Key High School. I am four foot eight inches, and a flyer on the cheer team. I am dating the star football at SKHS, and his name is Tom. Tom was not only a star football player, but he was also very good at soccer, basketball, baseball, and volleyball. He was a liar, and a cheater too. Anyways, people just call me Bella. I love sports and loved spending my days off at the beach. I especially love Major League Baseball, Tampa Bay Devil Rays, is my favorite team. The cheerleader was happy person most of the time. “Arabella get down here now! We need to talk” exclaimed her mom. “What do you want mom?” said Bella frustratedly. “Why have you not done …show more content…
She is dedicated to her cheerleading career, and she wanted to get a scholarship for Northwestern University. Her life was all planned out, she knew what she want to do and go to college at. The cheerleader was still in waiting for her perfect soulmate. I honestly may have thought my boyfriend Tom was going to be her future husband. I believed she is going to get a cheerleading scholarship. Cheerleading is one of the hardest sports to get a scholarship in unless you were a guy. I often dressed like a nerd, and did not cared what other people thought. As the game was finishing, the score twenty-seven to seven, which means I could finally go home on that Friday night. In the corner of her eye she spotted Tom talking to another girl; it was Angie her best friend. She was then concerned. What should I do? Should I walk up? Is he cheating on me? Arabella thought to myself. I went home, nervous, and …show more content…
I needed to stay home from school for about two weeks. I absolutely hate missing school because that means more work for me to do. Upon returning to school, I saw the liar and cheater standing there. I marched up to him, saw him with Angie, I yelled so loud, I was for sure the entire school could hear me. “That is it, I am done, I am fed up with you.” I took all my courage to do say it but I did. I went to my first hour class, Physical education, like nothing happened. But I did, I had a mental breakdown on the first day back in two weeks. I could not cheer for another four, but my coaches made me sit on the sideline to cheer my team on. The rest of that was a big blur. I remembered nothing else, but that is expected for someone like me with the massive head injury I