Not Average.

Chapter 3

"5678 12345678 12345678, stop!" screams my coach, Amy.

the newbies seem to be having trouble getting up a full one leg extension.

"Do I have to remind you that we have a competition coming up?" says Coach Amy

"Everyone full out"

Ugh. I slowly walk to my starting position. I really don't like the new stunt group I have but it will have to do.

Before I even realize it, I'm already at my first stunt. A full twist up to extension, witch to one leg, tick-tock, and then finally we have to pull a needle and cradle down.

It's simple enough, but I have newbie bases.

I have to say I am nervous about this stunt because a twist up IS really hard for bases.

For a stunt, its all about teamwork and trust.

And, I really don't trust these guys.

When we set, I can see that their hands are sweaty and shaky. Our counts already passed and they can't even get me up pass a low. I try my best to help them. I squeeze and tighten up even more until my insides feel like they're gunna burst.

Their muscles give out and feel their hands slip away.

gggggrrrrrreeeeeaaaaattttt.

I start plummeting down to the blue matts and I can't help but slamming down face first. I can feel the burning, fire sensation all over my face and I already know I have rug burn.

Coach rushes towards me and carries me off the matts and she checks to make sure i didn't injure anything. Then I hear the anger and frustration in her voice as she yell at my stunt group to do 100 push-ups as punishment for letting a flyer fall.

It's usual protocol for when bases let their flyers fall but the way she scolded them made me feel for once someone was looking out for me.

Coach Amy was more of a mother than my own, and I loved her for that.

I sit out for the rest of practice and the longer I sit there, the longer I feel the sharp in my right knee. I limp over to coach and she hands me a knee brace.

She can tell when I'm in pain.

As I'm sliding the brace on, I catch someones gaze but as soon as we make eye contact, he turns away. I blush, I have no idea why but I do.

I know him. His name is Josh. Level 5 cheerleader. He's really good too. I really think he should be on our team. Sometimes I watch him tumble and it's really amazing how he seems to just easily float in the air gracefully but land fierce.

After practice I decide to talk to him. I don't know why but I feel nervous. Lost in my thoughts, I don't even watch where I'm going and I trip over a box full of our new bows and land on top of Josh, making him collapse to the floor.

So I am on top of him on the floor thanks to my clumsy self and the first thing I think of saying to him is...

"Hi"