Okay! Here's chapter six! Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I had a lot of homework and I had a Soccer game. I Hope you like it and please excuse my spelling if I have mistakes.

"One, two, hit!"

At the signal, Jeanette pushed off Amy's and Angie's shoulders with her hands. Both Amy and Angie were standing in deep lunges. With her right foot on Amy's thigh, Jeanette lifted her left foot off the ground and brought it up to the top of Angie's thigh. Now she was standing atop their bent legs, balanced between them. Jeanette locked her knees and raised her arms in a V.

She held there for one second . . . two seconds. . .

Jeanette wobbled. Her foot slipped, and she fell onto the grass.

"Nice try, ladies," barked Ms. Charge. "Angie, your lunge needs to be deeper. I should be able to balance a glass of water on top of your thigh. Jeanette, straight arms! I want to see a V for Victory, not a U for Unsure. And Alyssa," she turned to Jeanette's spotter, who was standing behind Amy and Angie. "Where were you? Let's try it again."

As Amy and Angie set up again, Jeanette shook out her legs. After a week of practicing straight cheers, Ms. Charge had started them on stunts, like the thigh stand. Jeanette had been surprised by how hard even the easy stunts were. If everyone wasn't doing her part perfectly, the lift didn't work. She started to realize why Ms. Charge was so hung up on teamwork.

Because Jeanette was the smallest person on the team being a chipmunk, Jeanette had been made the flyer, which meant that she got lifted in the stunts. Muffy and Renee, who were also petite, were the other two flyers. The rest of the girls were bases, who lifted the flyers, or they were spotters, who helped support them in the lifts and made sure they didn't fall.

"You're doing great," Alyssa told Jeanette. She nodded at Renee, who was practicing with another group. "Last year, it took Renee weeks to get this down. You learn fast."

"Thanks," Jeanette said, blushing.

"Ready to try again?" asked Alyssa.

Jeanette nodded and moved to her spot behind Amy and Angie. She placed her right foot on Amy's thigh and her hands on both their shoulders.

"One, two, hit!" counted Alyssa.

This time Jeanette's foot slid off Angie's thigh before she'd even straitened her legs. Alyssa caught her waist to keep her from falling.

"I think it's time for a break," said Ms. Charge.

Inwardly, Jeanette groaned. Those were the words she dreaded more than any others, even more than "Stairs!" which all the girls hated. She would have happily run fifteen minutes of stairs than take a five minute break with the other cheerleaders.

The girls headed for the bleachers to grab bottles of water and sports drinks.

Jeanette pulled a bottle of strawberry kiwi juice from her backpack.

During these breaks, Jeanette was always in agony over where to sit. No matter where she landed, she felt left out, too shy to chime in on the conversation without feeling stupid. For Jeanette, this was the worst part of practice. She wished, that maybe, that Brittany were here with her.

At last she decided to sit next to Joy. She had settled on the grass when she heard someone say, "Hey, itsy-bitsy."

It took a second before Jeanette realized that Muffy was talking to her. Jeanette barely knew Muffy, but last year, Jeanette seemed to know how Muffy felt about her.

-Flashback-

"Brittany darling. You're official invitation from the sisters," Muffy said to Brittany at lunchtime.

"You're inviting me to join your club?" Brittany asked.

"Not exactly. . ." Muffy said.

"We'll be checking to see if you're special enough to be one of us," Courtney explained.

Muffy nodded at Courtney. "And if you find a red rose in your locker by this Friday, It means you have been chosen to be a sister."

Jeanette came running to Brittany. "Brittany! You've got to help! Albert's escaped!"

"Not now!" Brittany said, pushing her sister away, "You're going to ruin everything!"

Suddenly, Jeanette saw the pig, Albert. He came from under the table and on to Muffy's lap. "A PIG!"

Muffy and the rest of the sisters started to scream while poor Jeanette had to chase a baby pig around the lunch hall in front of everybody.

Finally, Jeanette got a hold of the pig. Brittany was furious. "Get out! You're ruining everything!" she said pointing to the door.

"Sorry, Brittany," Jeanette said as she walked slowly away.

"Ugh! Who was that, CREATURE!" Courtney said, disgusted.

"Oh, that's Jeanette. She's my si-" Brittany hesitated. If she told them Jeanette was her sister, she wouldn't be in the club at all. "She's my, uh, science partner!"

"Oh! How awful for you!" Muffy said flipping her long blonde hair.

"Really! Having to work with a NERD like that!" Courtney added.

Muffy laughed. "Did you see those clothes! She must have gotten them at a garage sale!"

Little did they know, Jeanette heard every word. It hurt. It hurt more than getting punched in the stomach. Jeanette knew that Muffy and the sisters were just bad news.

-End of flashback-

"Hey! Itsy-Bitsy!" called Muffy, speaking to Jeanette. "Can I have some of your drink? I love strawberry-kiwi."

Jeanette handed over the bottle at once. Muffy raised it to her lips, then stopped and gave Jeanette a sidelong glance. "You don't have cooties, right?"

Cooties? Jeanette thought, baffled. Who talked about cooties in middle school? Still, she didn't want Muffy spreading any rumors that Jeanette Miller had cooties. "No," she told her somberly.

Muffy rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding."

"Oh."

Muffy took a long drink. When she was done, she gave Jeanette an appraising look.

"You're pretty," she said. "You have nice eyebrows. But your hair would look better if you parted it on the left side. And you definitely should use mascara. I don't need it. My eyelashes are naturally thick, so it would look weird. But yours are really short."

Jeanette wasn't sure what to say, so she just nodded.

"I'm going to call you Bitsy or Jenny," Muffy decided. "For Bitsy, because you're so little. Jenny I guess is just short for Jeanette."

Jeanette just nodded, again.

"Alright ladies! Let's get back to work!" Ms. Charge hollered.

"Thanks for the drink Bitsy. I was wrong about you. You're not so much of a nerd as I thought you were. You're sweet." Muffy handed back the bottle. There was only an inch left at the bottom.

Jeanette was shocked. Muffy seemed so . . . different now. She didn't talk in a British accent, and she seemed, nicer.

Muffy said Jeanette had nice eyebrows. And she gave her two nicknames! Jeanette felt sort of like she belonged.

Friday night, Jeanette, Brittany and Eleanor sat curled on the sofa in the living room of their house. Jeanette struggled to keep her eyes open as Brittany flipped through the channels.

"Just pick something!" Eleanor yelled.

"There's nothing on," Brittany complained. Brittany was a pro channel changer. She could never settle on one thing.

At last, Brittany shut off the TV.

"So," Brittany said, "Tell me how bad cheerleading is."

"It's really not that bad." Jeanette replied, "Some of the stunts are hard, but other than that, it's okay."

Jeanette started to look through Miss Millers makeup in the bathroom that was right behind the living room. "Do any of you girls know where Miss Millers mascara is?" Jeanette asked.

"No," said Eleanor, "we aren't supposed to wear make-up until we're at least six-teen."

"I know. I was just curious to see how it would look."

Then Jeanette started to brush her hair the way Muffy had said.

"What the heck are you doing with your hair?" Brittany asked.

"It's just something I'm trying."

"Well, you look like a spaz the way you jerk your hair like that." Brittany told Jeanette.

"Brittany!" Eleanor whispered elbowing her.

Jeanette just shrugged.

"So, tell me about last practice," Brittany said. "What did Miss Superego do this time?" Brittany came to practice only on Mondays.

"Who are you talking about?" Jeanette asked coolly.

"Are you kidding? Muffy, of course. She's got an ego the size of Lake Michigan."

"She is bossy, but she's head cheerleader. She has to be bossy."

Brittany rolled her eyes."Yeah, well, Simon calls her a tyrant,"

Jeanette froze. "When were you hanging out with Simon?" Jeanette's face felt warm. She hadn't forgotten the tingle she felt when her fingers had brushed Simon's at lunch that day.

Brittany shrugged. "Earlier this week, when you were at practice."

Jeanette waited for Brittany to say more. But Brittany was still thinking about the cheerleaders.

"And what about Courtney?" she asked. "She acts like she's some kind of beauty queen, but she follows Muffy around like a dog on a leash." Brittany laughed.

Eleanor gave Brittany a warning look meaning You better shut up Brittany, Jeanette is one of them too.

Jeanette frowned. It seemed mean to talk about Courtney behind her back. Courtney had told Jeanette she had perfect fingernails. "Ms. Charge says Courtney has the best high kick on the team," Jeanette said, feeling she needed to defend her in some way.

"Ms. Charge is a kook," Brittany shot back.

"Brittany!" Eleanor said out loud to her.

"It's true. 'You are all STARs,'" Brittany mimicked. "'But you are all part of the same constellation.' Give me a break."

"Why are you being so negative all of a sudden?" asked Jeanette, unable to hide her exasperation. "You were the one who wanted to be a cheerleader in the first place!"

"That was before I found out they were all tyrants and kooks."

"You're just jealous you're not a cheerleader," Jeanette crossed her arms.

"Yeah, like I'd want to be a bunch of kooks and tyrants!"

"Right."

"Come on guys. Let's forget about this whole thing. Look! Don't Forget the Lyrics is on in five minutes!" said Eleanor, trying to stop the bickering.

Jeanette and Brittany ignored their sister.

"Don't freak out. I was just kidding."

Jeanette stood up. "I'm going to bed," she said.

Brittany looked at the clock on the wall. "It's only 7:55, Jeanette."

"I'm tired from practice this week, ok?" Jeanette started to walk up the stairs.

There was a moments of silence. "Jeanette. . ." Eleanor moaned. She didn't like it when people fought.

"You're not much fun tonight!" Brittany hollered to Jeanette. Brittany stormed into the kitchen.

"Yeah, well, neither are you!" Jeanette shouted back at her. Jeanette continued to stomp to her bedroom.

Left in the living room was poor Eleanor left alone. No, BOTH of you aren't fun tonight, she thought.

Well, there's Chapter 6. I finally did my first flashback, just in case for those people who didn't see the episode, "The sisters." Anyway, I will update in an hour because I have a lot of time and PLEASE review!