"You think this is hard? Try painting a live shark! That's hard." Yelled Mom.
I was watching my Mom coach cheerleading practice. I'd longed to be on the Cheerios since I was four. This year, as a freshman, I finally had my opportunity.
The next day at Cheerios tryouts, my routine was going perfectly. That is, until I slipped. It was humiliating.
I didn't make the Cheerios squad. I was walking through the hallway, when Rachel Berry approached me. "Hi! My name is Rachel Berry!"
"I'm Amanda Sylvester." I mumbled.
"Not as in… Sue Sylvester?" she asked.
'That's my mom."
She looked shocked, but continued. "Anyways, I was wondering if you'd consider joining glee club. We meet tomorrow at three."
I nodded, considering my invitation. How could I not make cheerleading? Surely mom would reconsider.