BRING IT ON : AGAIN.

NINE

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"First of all, I want to thank you guys all for coming here today to this... What's the word I'm looking for? Hi." Whittier nervously spoke towards the group as Monica, and I looked around the room.

"Shithole." Monica whispered beneath her smile causing me to stifle my laughter.

Whittier had given her a sarcastic smile before replying, "Thanks. Anyways, it's the only place that we could find to meet. So, moving forward... Today we're starting a new cheerleading club on campus. Why cheerleading, you say? Because cheerleading is fun. And it fosters school spirit. And it also keeps you..." Whittier rapidly glanced at the index cards in the palm of my hand before reading off of one of them, "Physically fit. So, what do you guys say? Are you ready to cheer?"

"Yeah!" Monica voiced hoping to encourage the others who stared at the three of us blankly.

Someone raised their hand causing me to nod in encouragement for them to continue with what she probably wanted to ask us. "Yes?"

"Most of my pieces involve anguish... as a theme. Do you have any cheers about anguish?"

"Yeah!" Whittier confirmed as she gestured for Monica and I to stand straighter, "We have one that goes like this. Ready?"

"Okay!" Monica and Whittier said in unison while I sat back down on the desk. I doubted that whatever cheer they would muster would satisfy what the crowd was asking for. "That's all right! That's okay!" Whittier suddenly stopped clapping while Monica clapped one more time before getting the hint. She poked my side when I giggled before Whittier started to talk.

"So, that one kind of addresses the issue of anguish... kind of. But other than that, not really."

The one who had been holding the megaphone earlier suddenly raised his hand upward when Whittier was done speaking to ask his own question. "What about soliloquies?"

"Well, we don't really have..."

He cut Whittier off from speaking as he seemed to get frustrated by what we lacked in providing, "And what about accents? Because I am the master... of accents."

"No, see what we do is cheerleading."

"Then I'm out." Francis, who introduced himself earlier, responded as he started to stand. Monica and I exchanged worried glances as we started to move forward to convince them to stay.

"Me too." Penelope, who Monica helped me learn the name of, chorused as everyone began to pile out of the room.

Whittier who seemed frantic in having a team tried to plead with them, "No, no, no. Hold on because... If you could just hold on for a second..."

"Wait, you guys!" Monica tried as I started to attempt convincing them with stopping as well. "Something Whittier forgot... Something Whittier forgot to tell you all is..." Everyone stopped to look at Monica, but she turned to me desperately.

"Something she forgot tell you all is that..." I started watching as they diverted attention to me, "If we're good, we can go to nationals. Now, if we go to nationals then we could win. If we win then we get a check for $20,000. Now, Penelope, you could use that money to rent rehearsal space. And Francis, you could mount up a production of Godspell where everyone has a French accent."

"Interesting." Francis hummed in response.

Whittier decided to add onto the convincing plea, "Yeah, plus we're gonna be a real squad too. On our squad, you're gonna be able to do whatever you want. You're gonna be able to do your own thing. And if we're good, we can stamp out the varsity cheerleading squad once and for all."

It was a bit silent for a few seconds before Penelope nodded in acknowledgement at Whittier's words, "Okay. Where do we sign up?"

"Right over there."

Monica pulled Whittier and I to the side as she threw Whittier a knowing look, "It's funny how Kelly and I have been saving you since cheerleading camp."

"You two do not save me!" Whittier whispered harshly as I laughed with a shrug.

"I believe the score is now Whittier, zero, Monica, two and Kelly, two." I responded with a grin as she pushed me playfully.

"Okay fine. You two have saved me." Whittier admitted laughing softly.

Francis stepped up after Penelope and started to sign up soon walking over towards the three of us with a curious look on his face. He scratched the back of his neck before speaking a bit nervously, "So how is this supposed to work?"

Monica nodded with a smile, "Okay let's see... for starters, we'll meet up everyday."

Almost as if offended Penelope shook her head before bringing a finger up in the air and gesturing that it was a no for her. I tilted my heard in confusion before watching as she started to talk, "I can't do that. I need to know first if we'll be involving pieces of anguish and despair before I choose to come to this every single day."

"It's not like you're doing anything more important, you have no rehearsal space or funding anymore either." Francis snorted with his arms crossed.

Whittier and I glanced at each other before Whittier started to speak once we noticed Penelope getting ready to say something back to Francis. Even if what he said was kind of funny, we didn't need these two hating each other right now. "Yes, we'll try to incorporate a bit of something everyone wants into the routines."

I nodded before adding, "Yeah. So, let us know if you guys eventually want to add something in so we can make sure not to forget about it. But just know we can't promise that everything will be added into the first routine!"

Everyone seemed to understand as they started to have their own conversations about what they wanted to add causing Whittier to stand beside Monica who was trying to tell Francis that he seems like he'd be a good base causing him to have an offended expression over his features.