Lily, Leesville, and a High School Story

First Year Varisty

Up until the summer of Freshman year I was totally appalled by the stereotypical cheerleader because it seem like a false representation of us. None of us were stupid, well maybe Mason. Nome of us were sluts, well, maybe Katie. There was only one blonde on the squad, and that was me. For the most part my cheer squad was nice, smart, enthusiastic girls. When I got onto the varsity squad that all changed.

On the first day of practice the four of us freshmen were terrified. The upperclassmen were extremely intimidating. They were all tall, skinny, had big boobs, and were remarkably pretty. The captains were nice to us, but the other 14 were almost viciously mean. They made fun of the way we danced, the way we yelled, and pretty much everything we did.

The worst of the upperclassmen was Roxy. Roxy was known as the school's number one bitch. She would make the freshmen do everything, from picking up her trash, to tying her shoes. We honestly hated her.

Some of the other cheerleaders were nice to us, like Riley. Riley was a Junior and hated all the other girls too. She thought they would be nicer to us if we bonded a little more, so she threw a "cheer party." The party was just a bonfire in her big back yard. All 18 of the varsity cheerleaders showed up and it was surprisingly nice, until they started picking on the freshman once more.
"So, Abrielle, how many boys have kissed before?"
The answer was none but I wasn't going to admit to that.
Another girl said," How you seen her before? She is literally virgin Mary. What boy would want to kiss her?"
After they got their fill on me, they moved on to Lizzie.
" Lizard, how many boys have you kissed?"
Another bitch answered with," probably not as many as the amount of chips she has shoved in her mouth."
Then came Katie's turn.
" I bet Katie can't even count how many guys have been on her lips, let alone in her pants."

Lastly was Mason
A junior said,"I bet Roxy can't even count that high."

Katie, Mason, Lizzy, and I had had enough of it so we formed our own little group by the shed. We had music playing, we laughed and had a grand old time. Every time we looked over the other girls were either yelling at each other or playing on the phones. At that moment the four of realized the only way we were going to enjoy our Freshman year was of we would stick together.