Power Cheer practices would already begin that night. It was a drag that they had to start so soon, but Arlene was just as excited. Every time she would pass the bulletin board on her way to classes, she’d almost skip down the rest of the hallway. She knew she had gotten some stares, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t going to matter at the end of it all. As long as she was happy, she could do whatever she wanted.
The newly-appointed cheer captain had extremely high hopes for the team. Her focus wasn’t on the idea of dance and routine so much as achieving victory in cheerleading competitions. One of the girls tried to complain, but the captain was very clear that her goals would not be changing; they would be winning, and they would be the best. …show more content…
At that point, he’d always zone out completely because fuck gym class, but apparently she had been there all along, sitting over on the girls’ side of the class with her hair up in a ponytail. She fit in the class just as any other girl did, but he couldn’t remember the other girls’ names. Actually, he couldn’t remember most of the guy’s names either. He’d do nothing more than show up and half-ass the work every day from 12:10 to …show more content…
Well, old Frankie.
It was actually crazy how positive she was, all things considered; he had heard his sister make comments in the car on the way home. Arlene wasn’t exactly the most popular girl on the squad, and the other cheerleaders didn’t try to hide that. He had only seen her three times before, but all three times were wrapped with a huge smile across her face. He had wondered if it was fake, and it wouldn’t surprise him if it was, had she not waved at him in the hallway a few hours earlier. It was really weird, but it was better than nothing.
Hunter could get through a whole day of school without talking to anybody at all, seam into family dinner with awkward small talk, and finish the night by replaying old video games, still saving as many new ones as he can if Frankie ever decided to come back. He was okay with being on his own, but it hurt more and more to think that he wasn’t even wanted anymore. The few times he tried to reach out ended up terribly, with tear stains on his cheeks into the next morning, and his mind in a lethargic trance to forget how he was hurt into the afternoon. He had never felt lonelier in his entire
The newly-appointed cheer captain had extremely high hopes for the team. Her focus wasn’t on the idea of dance and routine so much as achieving victory in cheerleading competitions. One of the girls tried to complain, but the captain was very clear that her goals would not be changing; they would be winning, and they would be the best. …show more content…
At that point, he’d always zone out completely because fuck gym class, but apparently she had been there all along, sitting over on the girls’ side of the class with her hair up in a ponytail. She fit in the class just as any other girl did, but he couldn’t remember the other girls’ names. Actually, he couldn’t remember most of the guy’s names either. He’d do nothing more than show up and half-ass the work every day from 12:10 to …show more content…
Well, old Frankie.
It was actually crazy how positive she was, all things considered; he had heard his sister make comments in the car on the way home. Arlene wasn’t exactly the most popular girl on the squad, and the other cheerleaders didn’t try to hide that. He had only seen her three times before, but all three times were wrapped with a huge smile across her face. He had wondered if it was fake, and it wouldn’t surprise him if it was, had she not waved at him in the hallway a few hours earlier. It was really weird, but it was better than nothing.
Hunter could get through a whole day of school without talking to anybody at all, seam into family dinner with awkward small talk, and finish the night by replaying old video games, still saving as many new ones as he can if Frankie ever decided to come back. He was okay with being on his own, but it hurt more and more to think that he wasn’t even wanted anymore. The few times he tried to reach out ended up terribly, with tear stains on his cheeks into the next morning, and his mind in a lethargic trance to forget how he was hurt into the afternoon. He had never felt lonelier in his entire