A Year Being the Cheerleader

14.

Wednesday
Dear Olivia,

Mr. Longmore is crazy. They say that I have the mental sickness, but they are the ones who need help. Why does everyone think I am crazy? I'm more normal than the rest of them. All I want is to stay out of trouble and all these people do is make that harder. I wish they would just find a life and leave me alone. How hard can that be? Anyways, my evening went even worse. Imagine, second day of senior year and I am being attacked by so many people. I came home and saw that my mother was home early. Dad was home as well, but that's his regular time to come home from work. I walk inside wondering what was so important that my mom even wanted to make sure I was home early. I soon found out for as soon as I opened the door, she called my name to go in the living room. They were both seated on the couch and the only thing going through my mind was that this was serious. I never have seen them this frightening before, not even at Kayla's funeral and they were crying. I slowly went to the couch with caution. Somewhere I read that being pussyfoot was the best way to be in situations like that. To my relief or probably dismay it wasn't nothing to kill me, yet. According to them, they wanted me to join the cheerleading squad. Well, as anyone who hated to be the center of attention, I lashed out. I was already in soccer. How could I do soccer and that. It was senior year. I wanted a scholarship, so my debt to them wouldn't be too large and I could pay them off faster and not owe them anything. I tried to explain to them that being a cheerleader would be a millstone of doing well. They wouldn't have that and said that I could do it, they had that much faith in me. Bull. I ended up accusing them of trying to turn me into Kayla and going up to my room without another word. And this morning there is no breakfast and the fridge is empty. Our fridge have never been empty in forever. Both of my parents are gone as well. I mean, that's what this all is about. Being a cheerleader. To me, that's bull. My bad luck of a life. I am already at school, but Nate is finally here. So bye Olivia.

AMBER

"Hey," Nate says coming to sit beside me. "Skipped breakfast just to beat me?"

"Good morning," I say swallowing the pancake in my mouth. "And I haven't skipped breakfast. I am eating it right now."

"Straight from HiHop," he grins. "So how are you doing?"

"Forget about me," I say waving him off realizing his obviously happy mood. "What's got you so happy?"

"Guess," he challenges with that arrogant smirk. "Since you are my best friend."

I roll my eyes. He's such a tease.

"You bought something that you think is the most spectacular thing in the world," I shrug.

"Such as?" He raises an eyebrow and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Aren't you suppose to be the one to answer that?" I ask him not wanting to answer for fear of saying the wrong thing and I hate being wrong.

"Okay, okay," he finally surrenders and I sip a cup of my coffee from home. "I got us two back stage tickets to Ed Sheeran's concert next week."

"Oh my God!" I exclaim wrapping my hands around him which is so not me. "This is incredible."

"So I take it you are coming with me?" he says with a smug grin as I release him.

"Of course," I push him lightly. "I could never miss that. Ed Sheeran is the best, but he isn't your type of music."

"Who said that? Surely not I," he says with that arrogant smirk. "Especially when my best friend plays his songs so much. I would be an alien to not get addicted to his songs."

"Thank you," I say to him with a ridiculously large grin on my face. "You have no idea what you have done for me."

"As long as I can make you happy," he shrugs. "Have I made you so happy that I can get your last pancake?"

"You could get it in whatever mood I am in, Nate," I laugh finishing my cup of coffee. "Sure, but you aren't getting any of my coffee."

"That's fine," he says as I drink the last drop of coffee and he eats the pancake. "I wouldn't dare want your coffee since I already drank some of my own every morning."

"Could you throw this away for me?" I ask him giving him my breakfast garbage.

"Sure," he gets up to throw it in the trash, while I go to wash my hand. Maybe today won't be so bad.

The bell rings as soon as we re-enter the classroom and the rest of the class comes flowing in. I then remember we have English first.

"What is it?" Nate asks as we sit down.

"Good morning class," Mr. Longmore greets us as he enters the class and makes sure his eyes land on me.

I sink deeper in my seat and groan. Maybe I was wrong about today.

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