But I'm a Cheerleader!

A little about me: Sofia

POV: Sofia

*ba-beep ba-beep*

At that sound my eyes slowly flutter open. I lazily take my hand and smash the off button on my phone and grab it. I open it and notice I pressed snooze instead of off so I clear the next alarm.

I scroll threw my socials for a minute, looking at parties I missed from last night, before turning my phone off and getting out of bed.

I grab a shirt with strawberries on it and the matching skirt. I take all my pjs off and put the set on. I sit down at my vanity and look it the mirror.

I decide to go for light makeup today since it seems I have no pimples today. Open the drawers and grab everything I need from each one. Mascara, lip-stain, eyebrow gel, highlighter, and blush. After applying it with my finger, since I'm too lazy to clean my brushes and use them, and take a look in my mirror. I look fine I guess.

It'll have to do anyway because when I grab my phone to turn of the music I was listening to I notice it's 10 till school starts.

I rush out of my room to the laundry room to grab my, now clean, cheerleading uniform.
As I rush downstairs I notice my mom in the kitchen.

"Hi honey" she says. I take a breath for a second then walk over to her behind the kitchens island and give her a hug. "Hi mom!" I say with a smile.

I love hugging my mom. I love hugging everyone, but especially my mom. Her hugs can make anyone smile, no matter how bad your day was. I love my mom. She's like my best friend. She's always there for me when I have trouble. Or when I just need someone to talk to.

After the hug I rush to my backpack and stuff my uniform into the middle pocket. I put it on and rush out the door, failing to unlock it a few times. I suck at locking and unlocking things. "Hey Sofia, wait. You need to eat breakfast first!" My mom yells to me. "Sorry mom I'm already late and-" before I can continue complaining she stuffs a piece of french toast in my mouth. She gives me a smile before going back to the kitchen.

I close the door and stand outside for a second, french toast still in my mouth, and wait for my ride. I wait a couple minutes before I see my ride, it pulls up in front of my house. I run up to it and open the door.

"Brady" I yell as he starts driving. "Your late!" I yell louder. "What do you mean. You had just gotten out of the door when I got here" he says in return. "Yeah exactly" I say with a matter of fact tone. I continue "I was late, so since you were late to me being late, that means you were really late." He just keeps looking at the road with a stern face. "You understand what I'm saying right?" I say. "Sure" he says.

Brady is my boyfriend. I love Brady. He's so sweet and loyal to me. I know people say highschool relationships never last, but ours is different. And I know that's cliché but I don't care. I'm basic, but I like being basic. I like having a schedule, everything for me, planned out. I don't like not having a plan. That scares me. I know people say highschool is when you try new things but that's just not for me.

I don't judge other people for doing that. Though many people at my school, including kids in my "click" do. I tell them not to but they told me they'd "kick me out of the group if I didn't shut up about it" so I just stopped. I know it's wrong but, I've been given a path and I want to stick to it. No matter what it takes sadly.

Just as my memories of that come to an end I look up and we are at school. We're late. Dammit.

I give Brady a quick kiss and get out of the car, again struggling with the door. Doors really aren't my friend today, or any day for that matter.

As I'm walking through the gates something makes me think today is going to be different, or new. I push those thoughts aside and walk into school.

I mean it not like I've forgotten someone's birthday or a national holiday, right? Well whatever. The day must go on.

Happy May 4th, hope you had a great day. Please correct me if I make any grammar or spelling mistakes. Also ask questions if you want to.
Stay hydrated, happy, and healthy
Love, Goosey <3