Hi! I don't own Kickin' It. If you don't know your cheerleading vocab, the flyer is the girl being lifted into the air. Two bases hold her feet. A back spot helps lift by holding her ankles. Front spots don't do much most of the time, they just help in whatever way they can. All of these people form a stunt. If you don't get what happens at Kim's cheer practice, her bases dropped her because she (the flyer) was "too heavy" for them to lift. I really don't know how to explain it any more than this and I despise author notes, so go ahead and read.
KIM
"Kim, your late again," Rudy sighed. "Go change and join us." I walked slowly towards the girls locker room, trying my best not to hobble. I made it about half way before the pain in my left ankle spiked and I full out limped the rest of the way. "Kim, you okay?" Jack asked. "Umm yep. I'm fine," I muttered, wincing as my voice got higher. This got everyone's attention. "Kim your ankle is purple and it's almost twice as big as it should be," Milton stated. "What happened?" Rudy asked. "Nothing, just cheer practice. I'm fine." It wasn't a complete lie. "Go sit in my office," Rudy ordered. I did as I was told. After getting everyone else started on kicking drills Rudy opened the door and came in. He sat next to me on his couch and helped me ice my ankle. "Are you going to tell me what happened now?"
"Rudy, nothing happened. I just fell, that's all. I'm fine," I insisted. "How'd you fall?" I sighed. He was going to pry information out if me no matter what it took. "I just fell at cheer practice after school and then I walked here." "Wait, you walked here? Seriously? Kim please tell me you at least had the sense to get a ride. You can't walk 2 miles on a broken ankle," Rudy accused. I blushed and looked at my lap. "Sorry," I muttered. He sighed. "You don't have to apologize. We just don't want you hurt, Kim." "Thanks, Rudy."
"Call your mom. After practice I'm taking you to get that looked at," he said while gesturing to my enlarged foot. With that he left me sitting alone in his office. I could hear the loud breathing of a hard practice taking place on the other side of the wall. My mind flashed back to earlier today as I drifted off into my thoughts.
**2 Hours Earlier**
I hit the ground, hard. All my breath left me as I lay on my back in the middle of the football field. My team circled around me as I continued not to move. Finally my coach came over and yelled at my teammates to go take a lap around the track. Their punishment for dropping a stunt. My coach asked me if I was alright. I told her I was fine, I just got the wind knocked out of me. I got up slowly as she told me to go get a drink. As I walked to the sidelines, I could hear my teammates whispering amongst themselves as they ran. I received a few glares as I took a drink from my water bottle.
"I can't believe we have to run. It's not even our fault!"
"Why is Kim flying anyways?"
"Umm seriously though, she's way too heavy to be a flyer."
"Yeah how are we supposed to lift her when she weighs more than us?"
"And then we're the ones who get punished!"
"God if I have to run one more time because that fatass doesn't know how to stand up someone's gonna get it."
My team wasn't great at whispering. I listened to them gossip about me while they finished running and pretended not to notice. I chose to ignore it for now, simply because I had no other choice but to be strong. Unfortunately, I realized that something was very wrong with my left ankle as I tried to jog back over to join my team. Pain seared up my calf and through my foot as I barely avoided face planting. From there I decided it would be safer to walk. It hurt but I wasn't about to say anything. I was not going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they hurt me. I convinced myself that I was fine. They didn't hurt my feelings. I don't even care what they think... mostly.
As I walked back into the huddle they were discussing what went wrong in our pyramid that lead to me ending up falling on the ground from 8 feet up in the air. "Coach, we tried but we just couldn't keep her up," one girl whined. Others chimed in with their own personal complaints, but they all centered around one mutual statement; I was too heavy to be on top of the pyramid. My face stung and I could feel my cheeks turning bright red. I glared at the ground as my team openly discussed my weight in front of me. Finally my coach spoke up. "Okay how about this, Ellie you can fly for Kim. Kim, I'm going to have you front spot just for today. If everything works, we'll see about keeping these spots." I knew my coach well enough to know what this really meant. I was being replaced.
A knock on the door interrupted my flashback. "Come in," I said without getting up. Jack Brewer walked in, letting the door close behind him. "Hey, you okay?" He asked me. "Yep, fine," I said slightly annoyed. I wasn't annoyed at him, but today had just turned out to be a crappy day. He sat down next to me.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, well if you do, I'm here."
"I know."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"..."
I sighed as I told him what happened, leaving out the part about my teammates calling me fat. I also "forgot" to mention how I got replaced as a flyer. Stupid Ellie. He looked at my purple foot and frowned. "I'm really sorry, Kimmy." I glared at him. "Jackie, if I could stand up and flip you right now, you'd be on the floor," I threatened. He smirked. "Yeah, it was pretty good timing on my part. In fact..." A devious smile played on his lips.
"Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy-"
"JACK!"
"Kimmy. Kimmy. Kimmy," he continued to sing. I reached out to smack him but he danced away from me, still singing his modified version of my name. He left the office but I could still hear him shouting even as he headed into the boys locker room. I rolled my eyes. When my ankle heals, he is so dead.