A/N- Be warned if you don't want to read this because of the bullying part at the end I understand completely but it is essential towards how the characters develop. I don't condone bullying in anyway shape or form it makes me sick. This is why I like how the WWE has been apart of the Be A Star program/foundation. It hits close to home for me. Sorry about that I just had to get that off my chest. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

'...'- Inner Thoughts

Bold Word(s)- Text Message

Italic Word(s)- Answering Machine/Voicemail

"I was awful" Mickie said

"No you weren't. I can say while sitting there you were the best out of all of them" John said as he threw her duffle bag over his shoulder as they walked down the street towards her house

"You're just saying that so I can feel better" Mickie sighed 'I never should have done this'

"Mickie don't put yourself down. You were great and you did your best. If you don't get in fuck'em they just lost the best cheerleader ever" they both stopped realizing they made it to her house.

'I guess but still' Mickie sighed "Thanks John" she said as she took her stuff from his arms "You should go. You're going to be late and you don't want your uncle to be mad at you"

"I can stay over Mickie" he said knowingly 'Crap, how does he do that'

"No I can wait to beat your ass at Mortal Combat tomorrow" John chuckled as he shook his head

"Fine James see you tomorrow" John turned around and continued to walk the distance to his uncle's shop.

As soon as John was gone Mickie relaxed slightly. 'I know you mean well John but that doesn't change how I am' Mickie walked the short distance up the sidewalk as she thought about the tryouts 'Why did I even do this' Mickie bent down to retrieve the second key from the plant. 'As if they had more stuff to mock me for and now this just smart Mickie'

Ring...Ring...Ri- the phone cut off just as Mickie reached the receiver

~Hey hun, won't be home until late. Leftovers in the fridge. I'll be home as soon as I can live you guys.~

Mickie walked towards the kitchen but stopped mid-stride at the stair case as she gripped the railing for support. "Dad you home" 'The house to myself once again. No surprise there' Mickie walked into the kitchen placing her books on the table before she ventured to the pantry to retrieve a little snack

"Just what the doctor ordered" she claimed as she grabbed the peanut butter and the marshmallow fluff from the pantry.

-Ding- Mickie reached into her pocket to pull out her phone seeing a message from John.

Wish I stayed. Im bored out of my mind- JC

I told you Cena XP- MJ

Go ahead rub it in- JC

Mickie chuckled as she placed her phone down and grabbed the knife from the rack to spread the gooey substance on the slice of bread.

Yo I need someone to talk too here- JC

Calm your tits. Im still here- MJ Mickie turned on the television from the kitchen as she deposited the peanut butter and fluff covered knife into the clear water.

Oh and I need your help in math-MJ Mickie typed as she plopped down on the couch with her sandwich in hand.

Ok shoot-JC

Fractions-MJ Mickie gazed at the television as she flipped through the channels until she landed on a repeat of "Wipeout".

Ok. Let me hit you back, got a couple of customers.- JC

Alright- MJ Mickie placed her slightly sticky phone beside her as she watched the rest of the show.

-Ding-

Mickie grabbed for her phone as she kept her eyes locked on the television just before seeing the character being dunked into the muddied water. Her smile was soon wiped off her face as she read the message.

You're not going to get onto the cheerleading squad looking like you do. You should just give up while your fat legs can hold you up.- Unknown

Mickie sat up from her relaxed position not even noticing her father walking in the front door.

"Hey baby girl" she looked up at him with a faraway look causing him to worry "You okay pumpkin" 'Bad choice of words dad'

"Yeah, just a bit dizzy is all" she chuckled trying to convince him "Stood up to fast"

"Bull- like hell" he corrected himself causing her to smile at his slip "What's the matter"

"Nothing honest" she said as she passed him to head up the steps

"Mickie" he watched her disappear on the landing not noticing that she slipped into the bathroom instead of her room "Teenagers" he said as he ran his hand through his ruffled hair.

Mickie looked at the message once more before deleting it from her inbox. 'Do it. What are you waiting for you have done a bunch of times before' Mickie kneeled down over the toilet bowl as she stuck her finger down her throat as she caused the reminisce of her peanut butter and fluff sandwich to make a reappearance.

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