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Honey took in the available options for lunch, deliberating over which dish deserved to be added her tray. Although, the meals prepared in Westwood's dining hall wasn't nearly as good as ones at her old school's cafeteria. It didn't stop her from practically loading her plate with a mini grocery store of various side dishes, fruits, vegetables and pretty much whatever else she had an appetite for.
Her eyes drifted to the glass display containing a chicken sandwich and a slice of pepperoni pizza. Should I get both? Do I even have room for that? Yup, I do. Shrugging, she grabbed the plate of pizza and the chicken sandwich, adding them both to her tray.
So, maybe she was enjoying her cheat day a little too much? Sure, she was overdoing it by several calories, but she could use the extra weight. The only thing she was concerned about was it affecting her cheer performance at tomorrow's game in Lithonia.
Basketball season started a couple of weeks ago and all current members of the cheerleading squad had transitioned from football to basketball. Despite, how excited she was to get back on the grid and return to cheerleading. It was short lived when Honey remembered she hadn't been keeping up with daily prep workouts over the winter break, suggested by Westwood's returning cheer captain McKenna—well Kennedy as she demanded to be called.
Honey paid for it big time when she nearly arrived to an early grave—casket ready— on that first day of cheer practice.
Honey swore that she going to be taken away on a stretcher before the first lap of the beginning workout was finished. Kennedy took her position as captain very seriously and was a lot more tougher on the girls than Xena ever could be—or anyone for that matter. Lengthy and strenuous workouts were the only words in her vocabulary. If Kennedy heard a peep of back talk from the girls. Everyone suffered and had to complete a triple round of all exercises to her liking.
As much as Honey wanted to complain about the obvious abuse of power and what she perceived as unfair treatment. She didn't want to be booted from the team. So, she quietly took it from that day onward, convincing herself that the hardcore workouts would assist in toning her body further.
So in a way, it wasn't all bad.
She moved ahead, sliding her tray along until she arrived the end of the lunch line, flashing her ID card to be swiped. The lunch lady smiled politely, and tapped on her touchscreen monitor, pulling out her handheld device.
Honey returned the smile, allowing the woman scan her card. "Here you go."
