"5 6 7 8 And lift! 2 3 4" Coach Brian hollered at us. Alice and I were in the front row waiting for our turns to go. The guys were supposed to be making a 3 story pyramid with Alice on the top but we couldn t get off of the ground.
"Come on guys! My mother could lift up Bella and Rose faster than that! Hop to it!" Rose started to crack up and when Coach Brian looked at her she did a round off back handspring into Rickie s arms. My turn came up and I did a round off back tuck into Lee s arms. Ok. So we have the 2nd story up now lets get Alice up here with us, I thought. Alice did a round off, back handspring, back tuck into Johnny and Max s arms and was placed at the top of the pyramid.
"See that wasn t so bad! Now just let me get my camera for the yearbook submission." Brian said turning around. Alice was captain so her picture was always first. Mine came next since I was the Junior Captain. Brian took the picture and told us to go change for the game. Homecoming game was always interesting. We cradled out and headed to the locker room to change.
Our blue and white cheerleading uniforms were the 1st thing we put on. The skirt was tight fitting and perfect for us to snap back to place with. Our tops were aerodynamic so we could fly through the air easily.
"Bella, have you seen my new shoes? I can t find them anywhere!" Alice said looking worried. "They were in my locker before practice and now they re not here."
"Alice, just use my spare ones until we find yours." I said looking for my spare shoes in my bag. I found them and handed them to her. We finished getting dressed and headed to the stadium for the game.
We were winning the game 10-nothing when half time came. I was just finishing when I saw my mom walk out of the stadium. I ran to catch up with her and ask her what she was doing here.
"What can I not see my daughter perform before I move to Jessup, Georgia? Look, I know that I haven t been around but that wasn t my choice. It was your father s." She said to me. I knew she was lying because her and my dad got divorced when I was 8 and I remember having to go to court for a custody hearing. It was not fun.
"You aren t supposed to see me. And QUIT lying about my dad you little beach." I still couldn t cuss my mom out even though I wanted to so badly. My pride wouldn t allow me too. I heard my name being called so I told her that I had to leave and ran back to the stadium. By the time I got there I realized that the game was over and that we had won 22 to nothing. We posed with the football players for the usual newspaper pictures. Since it was a Friday I went home with Alice and we talked about what happened at the game and how we could improve from it. Instead I got bombarded with questions about why I left in the middle of half time instead of staying and performing. I told her the truth and she was shocked to hear the ferocity in my voice. We went to bed and I had dreams about cheering and my mom dropping me after the basket toss.