Don't Stop Believing

Cheerleading

Adriana POV:

I went down the stairs as quietly as I could. Maybe my mom wouldnt see me...

"Adriana! Your almost late for school! And you cant seriously be thinking about wearing that!"

I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing my favorite neon pink hoodie with black denim shorts.

"You look like you just got out of bed! No makeup, and you know you cant wear a hoodie on your first day of school."

I mentally sighed. Meet my mom. She is always trying to control me and make me one of those preppy girls who only care about their hair.

The bus pulled up on my driveway and I ran out the door.

"Dont forget Im picking you up after cheerleading" my mom yelled

I sat down at the back of the bus and rolled my eyes. The worst thing about my mom isnt the fact she's always trying to make me exactly like her when she was in high school (Totally glamorous and fashionable, bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, and of course, the most popular girl in school), or the fact she doesnt seem to care what I think about all the uncomfortable clothes and shoes she usually makes me wear. The worst thing about her is that she has always wanted me to to follow in her footsteps and be a cheerleader. It might not seem so bad, but my real passion is dance. Hip Hop to be exact. My mom wants me to quit Hip Hop. She says its "totally old and out of style" and "the outfits are terrible". Well I would choose baggy pants over tiny little skirts any day.

My day was uneventful, with boring teachers talking about subjects that were even more boring. High school was just like middle school, only bigger with more preppy popular girls. I walked to the office as slowly as possible.

"Im Adriana Martinez Im here to sign up for cheerleading." I said in a bored tone.

"Okay just sign your name here. Practice is in the gym." said the recepcionist in a voice that was high pitched and way too perky.

I signed my name and went to the gym. There were about eleven stick thin girls in a very revealing uniform stretching. They all looked at me when I walked in.

"Hey Im Adriana. Im here for cheerleading."

A girl with long blonde curls and blue eyes with way too makeup stood up.

"Hi Im Chelsea Im the captain of the cheerleading squad." She looked back.

"Keep stretching girls I need to test Adriana." She turned her gaze to me. "How flexible are you?"

"Very flexible." I said and did perfect split with toes pointing up. Then I did a lunge and lifted my foot up to my head.

"Wow your good" Chelsea said. She seemed impressed. "Now do two backflips and finish with a cartwheel."

I did that easily and Chelsea smiled. "Your in." she said. "I still have to see how you will do with the pyramid. I dont think your light enough to be on top but you would be the perfect size for the middle." She walked back to the other girls and said "alright practice is over and remember, our first pep rally is in three weeks so we will be starting on a routine for that tommorrow. Also, meet the newest member of the cheerleading squad, Adriana."

All the cheerleaders congradulated me for getting on the squad and then left the room together, talking a million words per second. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the gym. I heard music playing from the room next to the gym. As I listened harder, I realized the song was Dont Stop Believing by Journey, a.k.a Best Band Ever. I opened the door and saw somebody dancing. Wow she's a great dancer, I thought. She did a leap and ended her dance with her leg pointed back. Suddenly she turned around, saw me, and gasped.