Cheerleading Narrative
The day has finally come; it’s the last day of cheer. After days of constant cheering, dancing and stunting, it was the day either for my dreams to be crushed or for them the come true. I couldn’t decide what to wear, what to expect, whether to wear a bow or not. My life is a hot mess at the moment. I am freaking out. I’m giving my self a pep talk trying to get my life together. Then all of a sudden I thought, “What am I talking about I am not confident in myself.” That is big problem because the whole point of being a cheerleader you need to confident and positive. “What did I get myself into?” “Why did I even tryout?” “None of the girls are going to accept me on the team.” Then I looked at the time. I had thirty minutes till I had to be there. I had nothing to wear, and I haven’t done my hair.
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As soon as I walked in I saw the other girls who tried- out with me for the past 3 days. I ran to my cousin (Who was also trying out) and I told her what happen. She starts to laugh hysterically.
“Stop it’s not funny” I snapped at her in embarrassment.
“Come one it is pretty funny, you go to admit.” She replied.
I chuckled under my breath and thought if this happens to some one else it would be pretty funny. Anyways Zianna and I practice the cheer and dance before we had to get into are small groups in a quiet room and present to the coaches. As we were practicing the couches came out of the room and explained the process that we would be going through.
“Ok girls, so this is how it is going to work.” She stated
“The first group will present the cheer, dance and jumps, then so on and so on.” She announce
“While each group presents the other groups will be waiting in the hall until it is there turn.” She
As soon as I walked in I saw the other girls who tried- out with me for the past 3 days. I ran to my cousin (Who was also trying out) and I told her what happen. She starts to laugh hysterically.
“Stop it’s not funny” I snapped at her in embarrassment.
“Come one it is pretty funny, you go to admit.” She replied.
I chuckled under my breath and thought if this happens to some one else it would be pretty funny. Anyways Zianna and I practice the cheer and dance before we had to get into are small groups in a quiet room and present to the coaches. As we were practicing the couches came out of the room and explained the process that we would be going through.
“Ok girls, so this is how it is going to work.” She stated
“The first group will present the cheer, dance and jumps, then so on and so on.” She announce
“While each group presents the other groups will be waiting in the hall until it is there turn.” She