Breaking Free from Everyday

Chapter 3: Cookies

Chapter 3: Cookies

Melanie

"L-I-O-N-S! WHAT'S THAT SPELL? LIONS!" We all scream as we throw our arms up in the air and jump, splitting our legs. I hated that cheer, but Becca decided to do it, so of course we had to. Becca was the bitchy princess for a reason after all. People listened to her.

I put my fingers to my mouth and whistled, effectively getting everyone's attention. "Great practice guys! Everyone go get changed," I yell as I gather up my sweatshirt and sweatpants. I hear footsteps as they leave the gym, but I know I am not alone.

"We weren't done yet. Can't you see how much practice we need? Even you could use some help. There is no way we are going to be ready in time for homecoming if every time we actually start getting somewhere, you let the girls out!" Rebecca yells at me. 

I glared at her in return. I wasn't stupid. I had eyes. The girls were good. They all knew what to do, and when to do it. But Rebecca was a pessimist and nothing was ever good enough for her and it sucked for every person that had to deal with her.

"Whatever Rebecca," is all I say before I turn around and pivot as I walk to the girl's locker room. I stuff my extra clothes into my cheer bag as I pull on my Lions sweatshirt. Girls are leaving and talking, not paying any attention to me.

I gather up both my cheer bag and my backpack, and juggle one on each shoulder as I walk out to the parking lot. I spot my car and smile at the skull bumper sticker I hadn't bothered to take off. It was my dad's old pickup truck. It was 10 years old but worked just fine, and I loved it. It gave me the edge I needed, and every one backed off gladly.

I fished for my keys in my school bag, and unlocked the car door as I threw the two bags into the passenger seat. I climbed in and turned the key in the ignition, listening to the engine as it purred to life.

I turned on the radio and jumped up and down in my seat as one of biggest guilty pleasure songs came on. It was so bad, but the beat was good and I rapped along just in time for my favorite part.

"NO KEYS, PUSH TO START!" I screamed.

Yeah! Uh huh you know what it is

Everything I do, I do it big

Yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothing

What I pulled of the lot, that's stuntin

Reppin in my town when you see me you know everything

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds I'm in

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

Black and yellow

I danced,  turning the music up, feeling the bass vibrate my seat. A smile was plastered on my face as I pulled out of my parking spot and rolled out of the student lot.

The school disappeared in my rearview mirror. The beat pumped through me, and helped my body relax from the hectic school day, as I tried to become one with the music. I went down familiar roads and passed the woods, travelling into town. I drove by the cute little stores and shops that populated the central town, plowing down Main Street until I got to the other side of our small town. Streets and roads crossed and eventually I turned onto Lincoln Street, my street.