Chapter Three
The final roster for the Power Cheer team would be posted on the bulletin board by the gym at lunch tomorrow. Frankie had high expectations, and she knew it. She may have not been the best tumbler at the tryouts, but she definitely made sure to have a smile plastered across her face. A cheerleader needed to show spirit and energy, and spread optimism to the entire crowd. At the end of the day, that’s what the co-ordinator was looking for.
It was all a part of the plan. Keisha knew her way around the high school social network through her older sister, and the first step was an athletic team. The more feminine the activity, the more power accumulated. They already had an ultimate endgame goal: to run the school as student council …show more content…
Sitting on her bed with her geography textbook open, she twisted her hair up into a bun and glanced at page 48.
Maps. Globes. Spatial data. Graphs. Legends. Symbols. It was all way too easy, nearly exact review of the work she had done in years past. There had to be more to it. Important information was always hidden within the familiar, that way you can relate the new concepts with the ones that were already second nature. It was annoying, but reading through was necessary to keep up.
As soon as she seemed to get into the groove, there was a knock on the door. It had to be Hunter; Mom was out, and Miles and Dad never had any reason to come in anyway. Frankie rolled her eyes. The little crybaby had been following her around like a lost puppy for weeks. She had already spoken to her mother about it; there were certain, unavoidable times when they’d have to hang out, but she didn’t have to be around him otherwise if she didn’t want to. The only problem was that he wasn’t taking the hint. She stayed still, pretending that she was asleep or dead or anything but willing for a nice chat. Silence. She waited for the sound of his footsteps returning to his bedroom, but they never
The final roster for the Power Cheer team would be posted on the bulletin board by the gym at lunch tomorrow. Frankie had high expectations, and she knew it. She may have not been the best tumbler at the tryouts, but she definitely made sure to have a smile plastered across her face. A cheerleader needed to show spirit and energy, and spread optimism to the entire crowd. At the end of the day, that’s what the co-ordinator was looking for.
It was all a part of the plan. Keisha knew her way around the high school social network through her older sister, and the first step was an athletic team. The more feminine the activity, the more power accumulated. They already had an ultimate endgame goal: to run the school as student council …show more content…
Sitting on her bed with her geography textbook open, she twisted her hair up into a bun and glanced at page 48.
Maps. Globes. Spatial data. Graphs. Legends. Symbols. It was all way too easy, nearly exact review of the work she had done in years past. There had to be more to it. Important information was always hidden within the familiar, that way you can relate the new concepts with the ones that were already second nature. It was annoying, but reading through was necessary to keep up.
As soon as she seemed to get into the groove, there was a knock on the door. It had to be Hunter; Mom was out, and Miles and Dad never had any reason to come in anyway. Frankie rolled her eyes. The little crybaby had been following her around like a lost puppy for weeks. She had already spoken to her mother about it; there were certain, unavoidable times when they’d have to hang out, but she didn’t have to be around him otherwise if she didn’t want to. The only problem was that he wasn’t taking the hint. She stayed still, pretending that she was asleep or dead or anything but willing for a nice chat. Silence. She waited for the sound of his footsteps returning to his bedroom, but they never