The distance that took me to get to the game allowed me to think of a way to handle the situation with Adam. Mom was driving me, there, which I was not very happy with because she wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to smash Olivia’s face into the ground again. The radio played some oldies music my mom liked the listen to; Bon Jovi, KISS, and some Celine Dion. I cringed whenever I listened to her music. I drowned out the noise by laying my head on the window and listened to the wind hit the windshield. For every bump we hit, my head would crash itself into the vibrating window glass, causing me to keep thinking of the same scenario over, and over, and over again until it hurt. “Are we there yet” I asked my mom, hoping we were, but only because I wanted to get this day over with. Heck, I wanted to get this whole week over with. Mom rolled her eyes at me, and turned the music up louder. “You know Kinlee, if you weren’t such a troubled young soul, you would be on the cheer bus with all your friends going to this game by now. But here you are, in normal clothes, driving with your mother because you are grounded. You’re lucky Im letting you go to this. If you weren’t in the cheer squad and I didn’t pay $600 to have you at these games, you would still be in your room studying for all the missing school work.”
“Whatever” I said under my breath, trying to ignore her from getting to me. The game should have only taken 20 minutes to get to, which of course felt like a year in driving distance. I often think of when there were no cars in existence to get travelers from point A and point B, and how long it took them to travel to the location. Then I would think about how slow this car ride was taking, and I felt like It would be quicker for me to just walk there. But of course that is an unrealistic comparison, because everyone knows that walking 20 miles away would take me all day.
As we pulled into the school, it was decorated for their homecoming game. There was a giant horse statue, with a giant T. Trojan war Horse, so original. “Thanks mom for driving me here. I need to go check in with coach, and still sit on the ground next to the cheer squad.” She kissed my cheek and said “Ill be waiting in the car in three hours. Call me when you get done.”
I watched her pull away and drive off to the store where she was going to be at during the game. I was relieved that mom decided to not stay the whole time, but I secretly was hoping she would be there with me as support for when I tumble down to my death from embarrassment.
There had to have been hundreds of people at this game. The energy behind a homecoming football game is eccentric. Almost nothing can top the students sprits and excitement of cheering on their home team to a victory knowing that halfway through the night they will be awarded a school King and Queen. Streamers were everywhere, signs were made, floats that the candidates stood on during the opening parade for the game. It was just all over the top, and made me feel sick knowing that my homecoming game was next week and I wasn’t even allowed to go. I didn’t even have a date for the stupid dance, which really honestly bummed me out. “Kinlee!” I turned my head to see my cheer coach standing by the bleachers. I walked up to her, and frowned. She was disappointed in me for not being able to cheer at this game, and that I was not allowed to wear my uniform. “Did you learn your lesson” she asked, which I was confused if she was trying to joke with me or if she was being serious. “I guess” shruggingly, trying to look over her shoulder for some more familiar faces. “Well good. Now is the real test. Olivia is here and she also has to sit with you on the bleachers. Can I trust you two to get along?” Ugh, no I don’t want to sit next to her for 3 hours while I watch my squad cheer. And knowing that Olivia is a consistant liar and if I see her again I may just punch her in the face for initiating the tension between Adam and I to begin with. “No” I simply said. I think this took my coach by surprise because she did not seem thrilled with my answer. “Kinlee, I am EXPECTING you to behave yourself. Im not asking you to sit next to her, Im asking you to not get in another fight.”
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Best of me: Kinlee's legacy
General FictionKinlee Garder grew up small hometown girl with big dreams. Follows along the Instagram sims story of her life. We met Kinlee already an adult going into the world of stardom, but what was her life pre-fame?