Westfield High

Chapter 2 - India

***India's POV***

"Didi, you have to go you have cheer practice now," my dad yelled from downstairs. 

"I'm coming!" I shouted, running downstairs and getting my drink bottle. 

"Okay, let's go," Dad said as we drove off to cheer practice. We soon arrived at cheer and my dad paid 20 dollars and I signed in. 

"Bye Dad," I said, kissing him on the cheek and I walked into cheer practice. 

"Heey girls!" I cheered as I walked in, putting down my drink bottle 

"INDIII" my best friend Sara yelled and tackled me into a hug. 

"Okay girls first get into your stunt groups" the coach instructed.

"India!" my flyer Lauren called out.

"Lauren!" I called out.

My group stunt then all stood together. We were best friend even though we all went to different schools.

"Girls hang drill, normal counts…5…6…7…8..." the coach started to count. 

Lauren then gripped both her hands on mine and Keely’s shoulders.

"Ahh, India. You’re freezing!" Lauren shouted.

Fuck. 

"Yeah India. Are you okay? You look sick; you’re all pale," Keely asked.

Shit. 

"Holy shit! How did your eyes just change color?" Sara asked.

Shit! Shit! 

The other stunt groups kept doing their thing whilst my best friends were questioning me. 

"AAAHH!" one of the flyers screamed.

We all stopped talking and looked over to see that one of the flyers fell from one limb extension and she spilt her knee open.

There was blood everywhere. Shit! Blood! India resist the blood. Come on just back away slowly. 

"India, can you come here? I need you to carry her to the ambulance," my coach instructed. 

"Uhhh… I'm sorry. I think I'm going to be sick," I lied, running out of the cheer complex. 

I quickly grabbed my phone out and called Dad. 

"Dad? I need you to come to cheer, now, and pick me up, please? A girl split her knee open, and there is blood everywhere. Dad, I can't resist quickly," I instructed. 

"I’ll be right there," my dad said, hanging up. 

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My dad soon arrived and I quickly jumped in the car, and sped off. We soon arrived at home and I quickly got the mail. 

Junk. 

Bill. 

Junk. 

Westfield High. 

Junk. 

WESTFIELD HIGH!

A few weeks ago I had sent in an application form for Westfield High – a school for all species. I had to apply.

I'm a new born, and I can't resist blood. My skin is cold as ice, and my eyes change colors all the time, depending on my mood. It’s not safe for people to be around me; they could die.