Highly Placed Academy of Gifted Athletes

Chapter 1

High School. It’s supposed to be the best part of your young years. Is it really? Maybe for some, but not all. It’s not the cheerleaders that get the best part though. They get the toughest part. I would know. I’m presently in my junior year at The Highly Placed Academy of Gifted Athletes. Why am I here? Well I’m a cheerleader. Not just any cheerleader though I’m a top class cheerleader. Varsity at my old high school freshman year and level 5 All-star Cheerleader.  I guess it’s not that much of a surprise I’m a cheerleader though. I’m a spunky blond with extreme flexibility. Not your usual teen right? But I do all the normal teen stuff as well. Such as sneaking out and taking the car.

The thing is because I did this stuff I almost got my scholarship taken away, but I completely stopped and the scholarship is back in my hands for good. I feel it might be good to get to the actual story now so here we go!

My alarm went off reminding me it was my first day at the Highly Placed Academy of Gifted Athletes. HPAGA. The joys of leaving all of my friends just to compete on the world’s best high school cheer squad. Uggg. I just love my life. I get to go and make new friends at a school I’m going to live at! I won’t be able to see my friends any more or compete All-stars. Well, I guess I’m just going to have to deal with it.

I grab my small duffel with a few necessities because I’ll apparently get everything I’m going to need for the next two years when I get there. This somehow makes me nervous. I probably will be living with the HPAGA Paw print logo on every single piece of clothing, every bag, and every hair item I wear or own. It won’t be much of a change from the present though. All of the close in my closet right now has either my former high school’s mascot or my former All-star gyms flying cheetah thing.

I slowly make my way down stairs to eat something before I get shipped off to ‘Boarding’ school as I call it. Even though it’s a school for gifted athletes I still look at it as a boarding school. The thought scares me.  I look over the railing to see a huge breakfast. As always I walk to the table grab a glass of juice and a piece of toast leaving the rest for my family, Little sister Cameron and older brother Jason.  “Jocelyn! Get yourself a real meal!  You can’t go on eating such a small breakfast! You’re about to become the world’s top cheerleader which means you need a healthy meal!” my mother taunts me just like most every morning. “Mom, its fine. It’s not like I’m starving myself! Come on! I’m not under weight am I?” I say annoyed with her accusations and for the first time glad I won’t have to deal with it for the next three years.

My mom shock her head annoyed with me and went back upstairs to wake up my siblings. About five minutes later Cameron came running down the stairs only to jump into my arms. As the emotional 10-year-old she is she ended up soaking my 1st place, nationals, silk jacket that I wore on a daily basis. Behind her came Jason. Since he’s 18 he thinks good-bye hugs and tears are over rated, so he just nods his head like a good friend saying hi. I simply roll my eyes at my dorky brother and go onto attempt pulling Cameron off me.

After my family ate their breakfast we all pilled into my mom’s blue/gray minivan for the drive to the train station. The whole hour there was silence except for the radio which was blaring my dad’s favorite blue grass band that annoyed the rest of the family. I stared out the window taking in all the familiar sites and silently saying, “Good-bye for now,” to all of my favorite places. When we went by the park I got to see my best friend Blue Jay which was actually a bird not a human-being and as we passed the pound I got to hear Daisy the poor little puppy Cameron and I found a few weeks ago.

When we finally made it to the train station I got to witness my brother crying for the first time in four years. Well as far as we know. I think he cries every night over how terrible his stupid little life is. He wasn’t the only one crying the whole family was crying and when I turned around I saw my three most favorite people ever. Haley, my best friend since pre-school who knows more about me then anyone except Carson my loving boy friend who is working his hardest to get into HPAGA to join me. The third person was Katie, the sweetest girl I know, but also the most talkative, she used to stay up with me for hours every night. When I saw the three more tears came and I ran to them. Giving them each a big hug and Carson one last kiss before I left for my new athletic career.