The Cheerleader is a Football Player

Chapter One

Chapter 1

"MOM!"

"WHAT CORI?!"

"WHERE IS MY UNIFORM?!"

"Which one?" My mom said standing in the doorway of my room.

"The one I'm going to have to compete in later. Duh!" I replied.

"Oh, it's in your drawer just for your cheer things Cori." She said like I was too dumb to check there. Which I already did.

" Ugh Mom. I already checked there, it was the first place I looked." I was already frustrated and having to look for my uniform wasn't helping.

"Whatever. Just take out your curl formers and I'll look for it." My mother replied while walking out my room.

I sighed. I really hate mornings of competitions only because I have to wake up really early and take out these awful curl formers.

What if my hair was naturally curly and magically formed into the perfect cheer curls my coach, Rylie, wanted. I thought as I walked into my bathroom. The first thing I did was look in the mirror.

And I will forever regret that decision.

I looked like a zombie. Like one came into my room last night and took a big bite at my body and turned me into the ugly creatures of the dead. Only I wasn't dead. I was a 17 year old girl who looked really bad in the mornings.

I sighed again as I reached for the first curl former. The plastic pink and orange magic workers (I only say that because the curls look really good afterwards) hurt like devil burning your skull if pulled the wrong way. Another reason I hate mornings of competition.

"CORI, I FOUND YOUR UNIFORM!"

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"Alright girls, you need to go out there and show them the getting 4th at Worlds didn't ruin our spirit!" Rylie said as we entered warm-ups.

Ahhh...the lovely warm-ups. A place where you show teams what your made of before going out on the floor and where you tire yourself out before competing but is still beneficial.

"Hands in, Superior on three. 1,2,3!"

"SUPERIOR!" My team said in unison loud enough to echo the warm-up area.

"Go tumble." My coach demanded. Hey, Rylie may only be 25 but her coaching is hardcore and she half the reason I have my 6-pack.

My team and I line up on the tumbling mat. A straight spring floor with a red mat on top. Hmm....red mat. You don't see those everyday. The line moved at an okay pace as everyone hurried to get their tumbling done in the seven minutes we got.

As my turn came around everyone started cheering me on. Only because I have the most difficult pass on my team.Round-off Arabian, round-off handspring handspring, whip, double full. And I haven't been landing the double full at practice lately and the difficulty of the pass will give us more points. So, basically I have to land this pass or we have to make it easier. Bummer.

I positioned myself at the edge of the mat and started counting in my head.

1,2,3,4......

I went on 5.

I took my usual 4 steps before setting up for the round-off Arabian. I've never had trouble with doing the Arabian or any skills after it.

By this time, I've just finished the round-off handspring handspring.

Now it's time for the moment of truth. The whip to double full.

I felt my feet hit the floor after the whip and I set for the double full. I knew I had enough power my nickname in the gym is "The Almighty Tumbler" because my tumbling is so powerful.

My body twisted in the first full and I felt more power then ever as I pulled through the second one. And there I was, standing at the other end of the mat in complete shock after I finally hit the pass that has given me badly bruised knees.

I looked over at Rylie. She had a proud smile on her face and that was all needed to give me more motivation to throw the pass I had just hit on the floor with confidence.

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"Please welcome to the floor....Southern Elite SUPERIOR!!"

And with that greeting our large fan-base (parents,siblings,other teams,coaches,boyfriends/girlfriends) went absolutely crazy!

My team and I walked on to the floor, arms linked with our partner, waving our hands, smiling, and bidding our final "good lucks" to each other as we got into our first position.

I looked out into the crowd. Unfortunately there wasn't really a crowd to see as the bright lights were blocking the view. But whatever I looked at I smiled to. I waited for our signal to go.

"WE ARE SUPERIOR!" Our music started.

And there it was

Picture of Cori to the side :))