Cheers!
Introduction Julie ripped the flourescent colored flyer off of the school bulletin board, and kept walking down the hall, reading it to Connie.
"This is ridiculous," Julie said. "Why do they bother having tryouts? They're only going to pick their 'popular' friends. It makes me so mad how unfair this is to everyone else I tell you," Julie added.
Connie grabbed the paper from her and crumbled it. "That's why we're not cheerleaders," Connie said throwing the paper behind her. Little did she know...
"Ow," someone said close behind her. Connie, and Julie turned around. It was Mindy.
She must had been strutting down the hall, twirling her blonde hair with her small finger, and popping her overchewed, bubble gum when some flying object (the flyer she personally made) hit her square in the face.
She picked up the crumbled flyer, and opened it walking angrily up to Connie, and Julie who just stood there.
"Did you do this?" Mindy asked them. They could have very well said no.
"Yes. I did," Connie said. Mindy smirked.
"I could report you for this you know," Mindy threatened. Before the girls could reply Mindy spoke again.
"You don't have to be jealous just because you can't be a cheerleader," Mindy said.
Connie coughed, while Julie answered.
"What do you mean can't? We could be cheerleaders if we wanted to. It doesn't require much skills, or brain activity for that matter," Julie said.
Connie raised an eyebrow, and then whispered to her, "You just finished saying they're tryouts are unfair. There's no way we would make it," Connie said.
"So then I'm assuming you're both trying out then?" Mindy asked smirking. "Since it's so easy," she added.
Connie, and Julie contemplated. "Yea. We'll be there," Connie said holding her head high. Mindy shoved the wrinkled flyer back to her.
"Fine. See you then. Oh, and say hi to Luis for me. I do miss him so," Mindy said laughing, and walking away.
"What a bitch," Julie said. Mindy had dumped Luis to go back with Rick.
"What did we get ourselves into?" Connie asked looking at the flyer again in it's disgusting shade of pink.
Julie shrugged, and read the time on the paper. Tryouts started afterschool at four. They had just started the day at school. It was eleven-ten.
They both sighed.
"We need to learn to keep our big mouths shut," Julie said.
The first period bell rang, now all they had to do was wait.