The lowest point of my high school career was the winter of my freshman year. I was the only underclassman that had made the varsity cheerleading squad and that automatically made me an outsider and the upperclassmen made sure I knew that. I was constantly the target of their aggression, even though I never did anything to deserve it. Being powerless in this cheer tyranny, I was forced to silently suffer until I could no longer handle it. One day at practice, I exploded; my mouth was the volcano and my rage was the lava. There was no way I could have let those “mean girls” ruin the one thing I truly excelled in and from that day on I made sure they were aware of it. Not only did this experience allow me to not let people walk all over me,
