Hey guys! Thanks for all the lovely reviews! But...I've run into a problem.

Most of you want me to change it to M, but a few don't want a mature story. One reviewer even said that if I made it M, they wouldn't be able to keep reading TACWM because they wouldn't be able to find it, and I would hate for that to happen.

So, I figured that I would do this: keep it rated T, but put a warning in the description that it's mature. Do you guys think that's okay? Or should I just change it to M? Well anyways, here's chapter 2. Enjoy!~Mermaid12108

Friday, instead of being woken by my alarm at six AM like normal, I was woken at five AM by my dad shouting "WAKE UP, MORGANKIDS! ITS GAME DAY!" Like he was on crack or something. I groaned into my pillow, shifting farther under the covers. As if my dad waking us up like this every game day wasn't bad enough, he had to call Jon and I 'Morgankids'. Was 'Clary and Jonathan' really that hard to say? Guess so.

Letting out huff, I hurled myself of out of bed and walked towards the bathroom before Jonathan could steal it and fill it with his man funk.

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Eyes turned whenever I was in my uniform, and with my hair in a ponytail with blue and white ribbons tied in a bow to hide the ponytail. For the other cheerleaders, eyes followed them because they looked like they belonged in the body issue of Sports Illustrated. The reason eyes followed me was because I looked like I belonged on a parade float. Ignoring the looks, I took my seat in trig, preparing for my brain to become mush by the time the class was over.

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Walking up to my only real friend, I shook my head. "What the hell was that?"

Simon Lewis laughed, stuffing the last of his stuff into his book bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"That was Trigonometry."

"Um, no. That mental torture." I said, following him out into the hall.

"Yeah, it kind of is."

We stopped outside of the gym.

"Want me to go to the game and paint your name across my chest, screaming 'Go Clary!' as you guys cheer?"

I burst out laughing, shaking my head as my eyes watered. "God no."

He shrugged, smiling. "Your loss."

Simon took my shoulders and turned me towards the door. "Time to face the beast." After giving me a good shove towards the doors, he walked out towards the parking lot. Shaking my head, I walked through the double doors, wrinkling my nose as hot air blasted me in the face. Our school was really old, so the gym's air conditioning hadn't been changed since the 60's. Setting my stuff at the top of the wooden bleachers, I made my way down to where the cheerleaders clustered. They were all bustling about the game, the winter break coming up, and, of course, themselves. I sat next to Isabelle and Hellen—I wasn't really close with either of them, but they were nice enough. They both smiled when they saw me coming over, and Isabelle scored over so I'd have a spot to sit, even though I was so tiny I barely took up any space at all. But the gesture was still nice. "So, you think they're actually talking about anything interesting?"

"Well, do you think that your brother is a hot piece of man candy?"

I fought the urge to yak. "Oh, gross!"

"Yeah, then you probably wouldn't find it interesting."

"Definitely not."

Isabelle gave me a tiny smile.

Hellen shrugged. "I'd hit that."

"Okay, first of all, ick." I said. "Second of all, my brother is missing one thing."

"Oh yeah?" She said. "What?"

"A vagina."

She burst out laughing. "True."

Hellen was gay, and she wasn't shy about it either. It didn't exactly make her very liked, but it didn't bother her. I wished I could be like that. Maybe one day.

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The referee blew his whistle, issuing the players off of the field so that we could come onto it. We got into our beginning stances, waiting for Jessamine's count.

"One, two, three!"

We all looked up at the same time, putting one arm in the air and one on our hips. As we started the ridiculous cheer, our arms stuck in front of us, and then side to side four times.

"Northwest is better than the rest, don't even try to put us to the test! You'll hang your head in shame, because you're teams so lame, Northwest lions have a mighty roar, and your team is such a snore!" I jumped into my split in midair, fooling my arms above my head. As I landed, I stuck my back leg back and then kicked it forward, hitting my face. I switched my pom-poms right and left 8 times, and the up and down four times. I let my pom-poms drop to the ground and then placed my arms on Aline's shoulders, putting my feet in her cupped hands. I sprung my left foot off of the ground as she pushed her hands upward. I flew into the air, jerking my body to the left so that I spun like a really fast record until I fell into Aline's arms. She dipped me down for a second and then back up. Standing on her hands, I grabbed my left leg, bending I towards my back and leaning forward. I let it go and let the fall happen. Aline caught me, and I moved onto her shoulders. Isabelle tossed me my pom-poms and I shook them with the rest of the team, smiling brightly. Putting my hands on Aline's shoulders again, I unhooked my legs and jumped down. Following the rest of the team, I made it to our seats just as the applause and shouts had died down. They started back up a second later, and when I looked to my left, I saw why.

The players filed in, taking their stances for the final playoff. Everyone's eyes landed on the players, a hush falling over the audience. And then all of a sudden, shouts erupted as Northwest and Eastbay teams rushed each other.

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So, I start cheer camp tomorrow. Hopefully I'll make the team and be able to have routines choreographed by a real cheer coach, instead of a maybe-almost-cheerleader's routines. If you guys want to see what some of the moves would've looked like, I can put a link to a video in my bio. I'll try to update as much as I can, but I finish cheer camp every day at 7 this week, so I may not be able to write much. With love from me and the Morganfamily...~Mermaid12108