The Elites

↭ Chapter 2.0 ↭

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After taking a shower and changing into a more school appropriate outfit, I grabbed my cheer leading kit and ran to class.

I was head cheerleader for our school team this year, my hard work as deputy head last year paying off. I'd dreamed of becoming head cheerleader ever since I first started this school back when I was 8, and now, exactly 9 years after,  I had finally accomplished my dream.

Cheer leading was actually the reason Isla, Mila and I became best of friends.

*Flashback*

Today was the day. The day of the cheer leading try outs. I'd been at this school for a week now and was only able to make friends with boys, but I desperately wanted to have a friend that was a girl. Moving so far away from my friends back in England was extremely difficult and I wanted so badly to fit in, and what better way to do that than join the cheer squad!

I'd been watching the cheerleaders practice for the past week and I'd absolutely fallen in love with the sport. The amount of power the cheerleaders radiated as they walked down the corridors was so admirable and had all of the girls my age (and older)  in awe.  The way they carried themselves with so much confidence had me envious and I wanted nothing more than to be just like them.

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I woke up that morning hoping to have gotten a text from my father wishing me luck, but just like every other day this past week, I had received nothing.

"Here you go Eli, have fun, and even if you don't make it on to the team remember it-"

"I know Matilda, it's the taking part that counts." I replied, rolling my eyes, my 8 year old sassy self making an appearance.

"That's right and don't you forget it! Now go show them who's boss Li!" replied our housekeeper. I felt as though I'd known her forever. She was the motherly figure of the house, something I was completely unused to.

I grabbed the uniform from her hands, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, before skipping out of the house and beginning my way towards the school building with the rest of the children who lived in the house and a different adult who escorted us to school every morning.

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I sat on the bleachers along with all of the other hopeful students, waiting for the head cheerleader, Emily Sanders, to tell us what to do.

"Right guys," she said, clapping her hands together, her smile wide as can be. "We're going to teach you a quick and simple routine, see how you get on with it and then see who has what it takes to become part of our squad."

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By the end of the day I was absolutely shattered. My arms and legs, having never moved that much before, were now shaking with exhaustion. I was back to sitting on the bleachers between two girls who somehow happened to know each other. I just stared ahead at Emily, praying that I had done well enough to become part of the team.

"Mila I don't even want to become a cheerleader, I hate cheerleading!!!" I heard the girl to my left moan. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why wouldn't you want to be a cheerleader?!" I asked, genuinely curious as to how exactly someone could hate the sport.

I slapped my hands across my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut when I realised what I had just done. I'd just butted into somebody else's conversation! Ugh. How was I going to make friends at this rate if I kept eavesdropping on conversations that I shouldn't have been eavesdropping on?