From the Back Row Up

Prolouge

Friday
August 7 2015
Dear journal,
Ok, I hate this. This is what girls do in sappy romance movies.  I'm only writing this because my mom forced me to. Yeah I know you want all the slimy details. So a week ago I was on my period and I just curled up into a ball and started screaming "I want to die! What's wrong with me?!" Over and over and over again for no apparent reason. My mom doesn't understand it was just a period thing so she gave me a choice, get a shrink or get a diary. So here we are.
    I feel I should tell you a little about myself. My name is Campbell and I'm 15 years old. My whole life is cheerleading. When I was in elementary school my mom put me in every sport imaginable but I was just terrible. So she thought she'd put me on a team where no one is cut, and every one plays the whole game, rec cheerleading. I still remember my first cheer "go team! Basketball! Go team!" We had a few hard ones "lets get fired up" *stomp stomp*. After I aged out in 3 rd grade my mom put me in rec competitive cheer at a place called lightning. That is where you combine flips stunts jumps and dance into a crazy 2:30 routine.  On my first day of tryouts I knew no one. There was only one other girl who didn't have a cartwheel,  Cassandra. We all called her Minnie because she was small and reminded us of a mouse. We have cheered together ever since. When I was in 5 th grade my mom moved my to mountain island charter school. That year I started actually competing in competitions, I was level 1. In 6 th grade I tried out for the school team. Not to get into it but the coach hated me so I never tried out again. Then in 8 th grade I was put on 2 teams, a level 1 and a level 2 even though I didn't have the skills.  Our level one team own nationals and got the chance to compete in Chicago! I couldn't wait for the next year. Then all hell broke loose. My mom switched me to a new gym that was famous in Texas called Cheer Athletics. I was so sad I left my friends but Minnie came with me so it was all cool. I got put on a level 2 team. I didn't have the skills so they said they would kick me off the team. The next thing I know I got round off three back handsprings. I worked hard and tried to get a tuck but I kinda failed. This year I'm to be a sophomore and on a 4.2 team. I am also cheering for school for the 3 rd time in my life (I did it my freshman year and it was actually kinda fun).  I am taking all honors and 2 ap classes. I have everything I could possibly want, except a boyfriend. I have never had a boyfriend. Well unless you count second grade when Billy Nikakis   told me he'd pay me a nickel to kiss his cheek. I politely declined by telling him he was a stupid face.