Not Average.

Chapter 2

"Hey! Noel!" screams my best friend while hug-attacking me.

"So guess what happened to me yesterday," She says,"I met someone!" She exclaims.

"Who Lily?" I rely.

"Oh it's...I have to go bye!" She says running off. Why is everyone so secretive these days? As I'm walking to class, Kyle tries to embrace me but I'm not really in the mood so I just push him aside.

"Whats wrong babe?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just paranoid but..do you know who Lily is dating? It's kinda bothering me."

"She told you she was dating someone?" He says with mix-emotions. Just like Lily, he runs off. Well this makes me feel a lot better. I grab my stomach in pain. It still hurts. And this morning my mother pulled some of my hair out but at least it was only a little right? Whatever.

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Okay now something is seriously wrong. Today I got this letter telling me that Kyle is cheating on someone close to me.

That's probably a lie. After everything I've been through I've never thought bullying would be an added problem to my list. Maybe if I had concerning, loving parents I'd tell them but obviously I don't. I don't know what to do about this so I guess I'll just ignore it for now. I decide to call Lily; you know for her opinion about this stupid letter. When I told her though she just hung up.

Only a few days life was good. My mother left the house for a few months and me and my best friend were closer than ever and Kyle told me he loved me everyday.

Now my mother is back. Lily doesn't answer my texts and Kyle is not himself anymore. I throw on my hair in a messy and throw my cheer practice clothes on. I put my uggs on, grab my journal and rush out of the house. I'm going to relax. Even if it kills me.

I probably wrote about twenty-two entries in my journal. I do feel better but that's not going to last. Specially since cheer is in 20 minutes. I'm actually ready for my sore muscle and red marks on my thighs from doing my emotions so sharp, tight, and hard. Like my coach says,"Go hard or go home." I'm not the kind of cheerleader that yells for football players. No I'm an All-star competitive cheerleader. Level 6. I've won worlds twice. I never take my champion rings off.