A/N: My God! I have updated! Yeah, I know, kinda miraculous, but not.
Bigger A/N at the bottom. In the words of Cecille, 'peace out!' (muse walks
away, muttering, 'cruel intentions. It's always cruel intentions. No wonder
I get put on hold.")
"Oh no!" Beka backed away slightly from Rommie, who's manic grin wavered slightly, but she carried on beaming.
"Guys, it's just what we need to get us into the spirit of school here at Ascendant High," she coaxed. "C'mon, team work, cheering, football players."
"Rom, you're not the cheerleader type," Dylan protested. Rommie's eyes flashed angrily.
"Oh yes? And what *is* the cheerleader type then, Dylan?" she said dangerously.
"Careful, big guy," Harper muttered in an undertone. "She whoops your ass at most things."
Dylan, however, ignored him. "Cheerleaders are people guys like me date," he announced.
"What, anything with a pulse?" Beka muttered.
"I *will* go to try-outs, and I *will* get in, Dylan Hunt!" Rommie was saying furiously. She whirled away, and hurried off, marking her name on the list on the board with an angry flourish.
"Please tell me *you're* not going to go schitzo on us," Dylan begged Beka.
"Try out for a degrading ritual in which younger girls prostrate themselves in a bizarre cattle market, so they can jump up and down, shaking pom- poms?" Beka arched an eyebrow. She shrugged. "Why not? Someone has to make sure Rommie takes her medication."
"it's starting," Harper groaned. Trance gave him a shy smile.
"And me? Could I be a cheerleader?" she asked softly. He grimaced.
"Purple, you're real pretty, but you're not the yay school spirit type, either," he laughed. Trance frowned.
"Beka, lend me your pen,' she called, getting up, ignoring Harper.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Why did I agree to do this?" Beka mumbled, as she stood beside Rommie. Lines of girls filled the gymnasium, hair bobbed in ponytails, and various tight sports tops, and miniscule shorts were everywhere. Rommie's manical grin was firmly in place, and seeing a girl at the front swinging her arms out to loosen them, at once did the same, only more energetically so. Beka winced.
"Hi, I'm Kimberly, head cheerleader here at Ascendant High. We're looking for three spots on the squad, so competition will be tough." The blonde girl gave a nasty smile to the group. "wannabes *will* be weeded out. You will only be listed if you show potential, and what we're looking for in a cheerleader."
"Lack of brain cells?" Beka said in an aside to Trance, who smiled nervously.
"No *talking*," Kimberley said in their direction, sharply. She smiled again.
"What we're looking for in a cheerleader is athletism-"
"Can she *spell* that?" Beka added.
"-Elegance, and of course, good dress sense." Kimberly let her smile broaden. "Just to illustrate, you are *not* eligible if this is too difficult." She turned into a cartwheel, and jumped in mid point into an Arabic jump.
"All those of you who don't have a chance, leave now." About five girls left immediately.
"Right. Amber, and Jade will be circulating among you, taking names, vital stats, that kind of thing." They dispersed into groups as a brunette, and redhead armed with clipboards passed nearby.
"Name?" The brunette demanded of Rommie, with a sneer.
"Rommie," she replied, with a bright smile.
"Whatever," the girl replied, with a curl of her lip.
"Name?" she demanded of Beka, but her eyes lit onto Trance.
"Oh, for God's sakes! Look, don't even *bother*," she told Trance scornfully. "If you're trying to live out Mommy's dream, don't. Please. You'll embarrass yourself, and her." Trance's big eyes filled with tears.
"My mother's dead,' she said quietly, as one tear snaked its way down her cheek.
Jade yawned. "And like, I'm supposed to care? Name?" she addressed Beka.
"You bitch," Beka snarled, and raced after Trance, who had whirled away.
"Freaks," Jade muttered.
AN: Yeah, I know. Long time coming, very little, but I have two different profiles, and this one always takes longer to update. Plus, I'm in my GCSE year, so exams keep on falling on top of me. Two, I'm writing a *huge* Harry Potter fic, wit my mate Anita, under the name, Souless-Wonders. It's really cool, original, and we've almost finished writing it, so please, give it a whirl! Consequential is the title.
On an upside, I will be updating this in the next two days, so keep your eyes peeled. Thank you my lovely reviwers, who have forced me to keep this going. Next chapter, auditions for Guys and Dolls!!! Fun fun fun!
"Oh no!" Beka backed away slightly from Rommie, who's manic grin wavered slightly, but she carried on beaming.
"Guys, it's just what we need to get us into the spirit of school here at Ascendant High," she coaxed. "C'mon, team work, cheering, football players."
"Rom, you're not the cheerleader type," Dylan protested. Rommie's eyes flashed angrily.
"Oh yes? And what *is* the cheerleader type then, Dylan?" she said dangerously.
"Careful, big guy," Harper muttered in an undertone. "She whoops your ass at most things."
Dylan, however, ignored him. "Cheerleaders are people guys like me date," he announced.
"What, anything with a pulse?" Beka muttered.
"I *will* go to try-outs, and I *will* get in, Dylan Hunt!" Rommie was saying furiously. She whirled away, and hurried off, marking her name on the list on the board with an angry flourish.
"Please tell me *you're* not going to go schitzo on us," Dylan begged Beka.
"Try out for a degrading ritual in which younger girls prostrate themselves in a bizarre cattle market, so they can jump up and down, shaking pom- poms?" Beka arched an eyebrow. She shrugged. "Why not? Someone has to make sure Rommie takes her medication."
"it's starting," Harper groaned. Trance gave him a shy smile.
"And me? Could I be a cheerleader?" she asked softly. He grimaced.
"Purple, you're real pretty, but you're not the yay school spirit type, either," he laughed. Trance frowned.
"Beka, lend me your pen,' she called, getting up, ignoring Harper.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Why did I agree to do this?" Beka mumbled, as she stood beside Rommie. Lines of girls filled the gymnasium, hair bobbed in ponytails, and various tight sports tops, and miniscule shorts were everywhere. Rommie's manical grin was firmly in place, and seeing a girl at the front swinging her arms out to loosen them, at once did the same, only more energetically so. Beka winced.
"Hi, I'm Kimberly, head cheerleader here at Ascendant High. We're looking for three spots on the squad, so competition will be tough." The blonde girl gave a nasty smile to the group. "wannabes *will* be weeded out. You will only be listed if you show potential, and what we're looking for in a cheerleader."
"Lack of brain cells?" Beka said in an aside to Trance, who smiled nervously.
"No *talking*," Kimberley said in their direction, sharply. She smiled again.
"What we're looking for in a cheerleader is athletism-"
"Can she *spell* that?" Beka added.
"-Elegance, and of course, good dress sense." Kimberly let her smile broaden. "Just to illustrate, you are *not* eligible if this is too difficult." She turned into a cartwheel, and jumped in mid point into an Arabic jump.
"All those of you who don't have a chance, leave now." About five girls left immediately.
"Right. Amber, and Jade will be circulating among you, taking names, vital stats, that kind of thing." They dispersed into groups as a brunette, and redhead armed with clipboards passed nearby.
"Name?" The brunette demanded of Rommie, with a sneer.
"Rommie," she replied, with a bright smile.
"Whatever," the girl replied, with a curl of her lip.
"Name?" she demanded of Beka, but her eyes lit onto Trance.
"Oh, for God's sakes! Look, don't even *bother*," she told Trance scornfully. "If you're trying to live out Mommy's dream, don't. Please. You'll embarrass yourself, and her." Trance's big eyes filled with tears.
"My mother's dead,' she said quietly, as one tear snaked its way down her cheek.
Jade yawned. "And like, I'm supposed to care? Name?" she addressed Beka.
"You bitch," Beka snarled, and raced after Trance, who had whirled away.
"Freaks," Jade muttered.
AN: Yeah, I know. Long time coming, very little, but I have two different profiles, and this one always takes longer to update. Plus, I'm in my GCSE year, so exams keep on falling on top of me. Two, I'm writing a *huge* Harry Potter fic, wit my mate Anita, under the name, Souless-Wonders. It's really cool, original, and we've almost finished writing it, so please, give it a whirl! Consequential is the title.
On an upside, I will be updating this in the next two days, so keep your eyes peeled. Thank you my lovely reviwers, who have forced me to keep this going. Next chapter, auditions for Guys and Dolls!!! Fun fun fun!
