AN: Your review keep me awesome. :)
I may rewrite this chapter. Who knows.
FRIDAY
"… Lohan denied any allegations of stealing the pearls to score crystal meth. But her lawyer says that she will be pleading insanity. That is it for the Hollywood Hizzle. You're on KCHAT. We'll be right back after these messages from our sponsors." My alarm clock blared.
I slowly got up and managed to roll out of bed. I had to be at volleyball practice in thirty minutes. I trudged to my dresser and grabbed my sports bag and packed my school clothes and my work out clothes for cheerleading after school. It had been a month since I joined cheer and besides evil Lucille, it hadn't been that bad.
Something that really deviated from the tv show stereotypes were that I had four uniforms to wear and rotate every game day. If I didn't wear the correct uniform, I would earn a demerit (Which is obviously bad). I also, had to rework my volleyball schedule and the football schedule just so I could do both. Literally, my week had been nothing but cheer, volleyball and studying. It was a surprise that I could even have time to eat.
LATER
May and I decided to sit in Mrs' room for lunch today. Sitting next to a table of strange boys making concoctions out of the nasty school food wasn't anything close to appetizing.
" So, it's your turn to host the next sleepover." I tell her as I plop a goldfish (the cracker incase you didn't know) in my mouth.
"We can have it at the country home. We're supposed to be going there this weekend." May suggested as she peeled off the crust on her sandwich.
My heart jumped. I loved going there. It had everything from horses, to a tire swing and even a huge hill, which was good for making a water slide. "What's the occasion?" I asked her.
"Well, there's two. Dad has to go fix the gaping hole in the attic and…" A look of disgust came onto her face. "Sarah is going to be in town." It looked as though May's teeth were about to crack from how hard she was grinding them.
Incase you didn't already know, Sarah is May's older sister. She's a senior in college this year and according to May, she's the nauseatingly perfect daughter. May obviously doesn't like her that much. Unfortunately for Sarah, she doesn't know that.
"Now for a whole week, I have to hear 'Sarah this' or 'Sarah that' or 'May. Why can't you be more like your sister SARAH!?' She's going to drive me NUTS!"
"May, you're over reacting. Besides, she's awesome when you give her a chance." I tried to console her. It obviously wasn't working because the weird vein that always appears and throbs on her neck when's she's angry started it's way.
"How many times have we gone through this? She's practically perfect in every way!" May mimicked in a snooty Mary Poppins esque voice. "I get a ninety nine. She gets a hundred. I get a hundred. She gets a hundred and one! … Hopefully, I can get the role in the musical and maybe then I can prove to my parents I am not a screw up." She mentioned as she took a bite out of her sandwich.
"May, you're already number three in the class. What more do you want?" I asked her like she was crazy.
LATER
"Okay girls. We must clean up and go over the hustle cheer! Roll up the mats and grab your pom poms!" Gabbi shouted as she wiped her forehead with a towel.
It wasn't even two minutes into the routine when Lucille punched me in arm with her pom pom. Ordinarily, I would understand it being an accident. But since it was her, I completely ignored the notion. "Hey watch where you're going klutzo!" I yelled.
"It was an accident thank you very much!" Lucille retaliated.
"Accident my foot!" I replied.
This was the first conversation we had in years.
"Girls, calm down!" Coach yelled from behind her clenched teeth.
That shut us up.
"Best do what she says. She has a short temper. I suggest that we don't blow it." Another cheerleader nudged me.
Well, I went through the entire practice avoiding Lucille. Once practice was over, I rummaged around in my bag for a water bottle. I found an empty one and tossed it behind me to a nearby trashcan.
"HEY!" I heard a screech from behind me. It was Lucille. I must've hit her by accident. "Hey coach! She hit me!"
"Oh my god! It was a piece of plastic. What's it gonna do? Give you a concussion?" I responded.
"ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! BOTH OF YOU! DETENTION! PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! NOW!" Coach yelled. She really didn't give me enough time to explain.
LATER
Most kids are sent to the principal's office over cheating or fighting. But not me. I'm in here over a stupid water bottle. An empty one.
"Now what's this about a water bottle?" Mrs. Warnock, the freshman principal, asked me.
"It was an accident. I threw it to the trashcan and it hit her instead… That's all." I explained. There really wasn't much to say.
"Well… your records show that you're a good kid. How about this, you serve your detention, and it won't go on your permanent record." Mrs. Warnock told me as she typed on her computer.
"That's it?" I asked in disbelief. I expected crying and being locked inside some sort of dungeon for bad kids.
"That's all it is." She smiled at me. "I'll let you get out of here."
"Thank you so much!" I was happy.
Okay. A Monday detention is nothing to be excited about. But really, it'll be as though it never happened!
AN: It's hard finding time to write. :(
And this is dedicated to my laziness.
