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The picture about is of my high schools Drill/Dance team from two years ago. The idea came to me today because of previous situations of my own and I hope you enjoy it. The medical advice in this is real, as most of you know I'm still recovering from many surgeries to remove a bone tumor from my tibia (it's your shin bone) and I thought this described the problems in every high school. Enjoy!

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Being on the drill team at my high school was an honor. Every girl wanted a chance to be on the team. We had pool parties, holiday parties, brought in cookies and cupcakes for every girls birthday, along with the fact that your designated big sister had to buy you a present. The boys loved us, we walked around in boots and tight uniforms, plus our routines were sometimes a little to revealing for my liking making the boys wolf whistle from the stands.

The adrenaline you get from standing on that field with hundreds of people screaming for you was amazing, even from the opposing teams stands. In my area we had three schools. All of us had a dance team and it was always a competition of who had the best routines and who looked the best but as the years went by our numbers grew. We started filling up more and more of the field, we got better routines and practiced twice as long. All summer, three days a week we had practice from ten to one, and once school started it was our seventh period class everyday. We were dedicated, and I was so dedicated that I broke my tibia in a few places trying to do a jump split.

I remember that day like it was yesterday, when in reality it was almost a year ago.

The sun was beating down on the football field causing everyone of us groan. This was the worst part of it all, practicing in eighty degree weather. It was bad enough we had to do the dances full out over and over again, it made us feel like dying, but at on the scorching sun and we were positive we were having a heat stroke by the time practice was over. To bad we were just walking on to the field.

It was ten thirty, practiced had been moved down an hour because the coach had a doctors appointment. So here I sat on the turf with pieces of rubber going up my pants, talking to my three best friends.

"Do you guys even get how to do the jump in the middle of The Other Side? I feel like I should just jump in the air and land of my face and it would look better!" Ava had a serious look her face the whole time while the rest of us were giggling.

"It's really not that hard. Just do a Tick Tock, right face, then do a leap." I knew I was wasting my breathe trying to explain but she'd never let it go if I didn't.

"Oh alright. So-"

"Okay girls get in your kick line! You don't need your poms!" Alexis shouted.

Ah Alexis, she mad me want to rip my hair out. She was the popular girl, her grandparents were full blooded Greek, which as you could suspect made her very attractive but her attitude was horrible.

"Today we're going to work on jump splits. You'll go to the right side of the field to stretch and practice then I'll come around and watch you. We have to share the field with the football players today so watch for any footballs coming your way!

Slowly everyone walked the the other side of the field, hoping to sit in the little shade from the goal post. Stretching was easy for me, I'd been a dancer since I could walk so I was more stretched than most of the girls. It only took me a few minutes to stretch before I started with normal splits, sliding down and stretching forward to touch my toes before repeating the same with my left split and before I knew it I was ready to try the jump splits again.

I stood up and touched my toes one last time before I readied myself. I jumped and bent my knees up high so I could straighten my legs out in the air and I landed perfectly. Still feeling a slight pull in my thighs I rolled over to stretch some more.