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How I became fruity

(This is a true story. More of a rambling than a story-)

Some day in January 2018

Everything is yellow, red, blue and green. Everyone is talking about the sportsmeet we're going to have next month. The annual interhouse sportsmeet of our school. I can't reveal the house names so let's name them...

1. lemon (for yellow. My house. Some people say it's the most fashionable girls),
2. Apple (for red. The house of losers),
3. Blueberry (ok now you know where this is going. This is the house of chill girlies. Loyal peeps)
4. Grapes (for green. Yes. Some grapes are green. Shut up. And this is the house of cheaters).

Even the non-sporty lazy asses are competitive during this season. It's the favourite season of everyone. Because teachers are supposed to send everyone to the grounds instead of teaching.

But me... I'm taking the laziness to another level. With 2 of my best friends being in the basketball team, I get to be the water girl. Awesome. Until one day I got caught by my house teacher. And got ordered to find a sport. Bleh.

I tried chess for about an hour. Hated the coach. Or whatever you call the person giving instructions on how to use your brain-

I was supposed to finish the match with this little girl who was more experienced than me in chess. But when I felt like I'm losing I walked out of the classroom saying that I need to use the bathroom. And never went back.

That's when I got caught by the same teacher again. This time instead of sending me to find a sport for myself, she took me to different teams and asked if they have any spots available. I was very lucky that day. No one had extra spots. Everyone was already prepared for their stuff.

Somehow the teacher finally took me to the room where cheerleaders were practising. Now let me tell you. The cheerleaders and aerobics teams of our school were more competitive than the athletes themselves. Each house had their own cheering team. And Grapes like I said, they were the cheaters. So they always tried to steal the choreography from the other houses. For this every house got their own practice room. They devide the room into 2 by making a wall with desks and chairs. The cheerleaders gets one side and the aerobics team get the other side. So when I entered the room, the aerobics team were having their break. But the cheerleaders on the other side of the wall were just making some steps. Some sitting on the floor and some dancing around.

Now to this day I thought I was straight. Even told my friends about a guy I have a crush on. (Even though that guy didn't exist) But when I saw this hot girl sitting on the floor with half of her ass fully exposed...

I'm a brown girl. So I don't think they could notice my blush. But oh my gorsh my heart started beating so fast! And I heard my teacher asking if they need one more person. And before the girl incharge say anything I heard myself saying "oh I used to do some gymnastics when I was little. Maybe I can help you with the choreography" Which was true I did do some gymnastics. FOR 2 MONTHS- I quit immediately the day my teacher tapped on my butt for not being stretchy enough. But they don't need that information.

Somehow the rest of it when like a dream and I got the position of the 'cheering choreographer of the lemon house'

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(I did not reread this thing. And I'm late to my French class. If anyone read this before I get back to it pls let me know if there are any missing letters or smt. Some of my friends already know this story. But I lied in so many places so... here's the original one. Enjoying ig)