"Are you nervous for cheer tryouts?" Jamie asks me a couple of weeks later. The question comes with an absent-minded slap from Jamie to my left hand, the thumbnail of which I am slowly biting down to the quick.
I hold up my right hand in a 'so-so' motion and shrug as I sit on my left hand. "I guess. It's hard to tell. I know I'm a better tumbler than most of them, but I'm not sure I'm a better cheerleader. I guess we'll see."
"Well, just as long as you beat Jessica Sloan, that's the important thing." Smiling at my best friend, I lean my head against the window and drift off to sleep.
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Forget Green Gables
Teen FictionBeing a high school freshman is hard enough, but what is a girl to do when her own mother has become venomous, her twin brother rockets to the forefront of high school popularity, and no amount of styling products will keep her hair tamed? As she m...
