The Life of a Cheerleader

Chapter 2: Fire Alarm Drama

I wake up at 6:45 Wednesday morning and start to get ready.

First I brush my teeth, then I put my hair in a messy bun, finally I do my make up.

I leave my PJs on and go downstairs to have some cereal. The cabinet is full of every single cereal I don't like.

I finally fix up some Fruit Loops and go sit on the couch and turn on Dance Moms. (I know I'm a cheerleader, but I still like to watch this show.)

After I finish, I put my bowl in the sink and run upstairs to shower.

After my nice warm shower, I slip on my summer pink dress and some white sandals. I look in the mirror one last time, then grab my bag and go downstairs to see my mom sitting at the kitchen table.

She motions me to sit down.

"Hey honey, we need to talk about your 16th birthday party."

"Ok but how about after school because I have to leave. Amber is picking me up." I reply. Amber is a year older, so she can drive me, Kion, Hannah, and Mal (or Mallory).

"Ok bye honey, I love you!" She shouts to me as I'm walk out the door.

"Love you too, Mom!" I shout back.

I see Ambers pink punch buggy and climb in to reveal the faces of my four best friends.

We get to school to see everyone evacuating.

I get out of the car and run to Mr. Covey, who is giving people directions, and ask:

"What happened?"

"Some kid pulled the fire alarm even though there was no fire." He replies.

I gasp and run over to my friends to tell them what happened.

Suddenly, something catches my eye. It's the girls that were in the bathroom talking about me. They were twirling their hair on their finger, looking at me and whispering. But when they saw me look at them, they looked away.

I wonder what they were talking about? Me? I mean they were talking about me in the bathroom, so why can't they talk about me know? I don't even know what to do. She should I talk to them? Should u go tell Amber? Yeah, that seems good, I'll go and tell Amber.

"Amber! Amber! Amber!" I call over to her. She runs over and hugs me, I'm guessing from the sad look on my face, she can tell something is wrong.

"What?" She pulls out of the hug.

"I think the girls from the bathroom that were talking about me, are right over there talking about me again." I tell her secretly pointing my pointer finger at the girls.

"I have an idea, buts it's kinda risky." She says.

"What?!?!?" I say ecstatic.

"Well..."

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Thanks you for reading me book!

ily guys😘

and remember to stay beautiful❤️

love Emma💕