For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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I almost squeal in excitement, my eyes filling with glee, as the doctor cuts through my cast, freeing my arm.
Fucking finally.
It's been a few weeks since my last appointment and I am so happy to finally have use of my arm again. Once the cast is fully off, I stretch out my arm in front of me, looking at the newly healed body part with joy.
The doctor runs through a few things with me before clearing me for cheerleading and dismissing me. I rush out of the room towards an awaiting Mellissa in the waiting room. She looks up at me with hope and I begin jumping up and down as I show her my cast-less arm.
She squeals and jumps up, clapping her hands together as she runs to hug me. We squeeze each other before letting go, laughing when we see the dirty looks we're receiving.
"I brought this for the occasion," she hands me a bag, making me furrow my eyebrows. My eyes light up when I pull out a new cheer outfit and I immediately scan the room to go change.
"Hurry and we can make it for cheer practice," she smiles at me and I quickly scurry off to a toilet. Pulling the outfit on, I feel myself again after so long of being away. I trace my hands over the red material, smiling at myself in the mirror.
Tying my hair into a high ponytail, I add a red ribbon and step out, running to Mellissa in her car.
We reach the school just in time to hear the last bell ring, signifying the end of school. As soon as we walk into the main corridor, I feel all eyes stare at us before checking out my arm. Everyone was there when Zoe broke it. It was the biggest scandal for a while around this place.
Sensing my anxiety, Mellissa loops her arm through mine and we walk to the girls' changing rooms with smiles on our faces. I try to block out the stares but then I feel four heavy pairs of eyes on me, making me turn my head back to see my four men staring at me with small smirks on their faces as they survey the hallway.
Turning back my head to the front, to hide my blush, I smile to myself, feeling confident in my cheer costume again.
Waiting for the rest of the team to change, I check my phone to see messages from the group chat.
Josh: Guess she got her cast off, then.
Gabriel: Why didn't you text us, ma chérie?
Luka: Did you guys see her in that cheer outfit, though??
