Tumbler Queens

Sore To The Core

Ama POV

I am so sore...that's all I'm saying.

Last night at cheer, apparently I was using muscles I haven't used in a while.
I am one of the flyers and we learned the routine and practiced it a dozen times. (Maybe more. I lost count after a while.)

I woke up and it hurt for me to sit up.

"Wake up! Oh you are awake." Josie came in.
"Can you tell mom to come up here?"
"Are you 'sick' again?"
"No, I'm sore. Please get mom."

Josie ran out of my door way and down the stairs. A few minutes later my mom came up with pancake power on her clothes.

"What wrong, Ama?" She asked. She put her hand on my forehead.
"I'm so sore."
My mom laughed a bit. "You'll get over it soon enough. Come on." She helped me stand up and I felt like I was going to fall over.
"My legs feel like jello."
My mom helped me down stairs and to the kitchen table.
"I know you're sore, but you still have to attend school." She said, setting a plate of pancakes in front of me.

"Dyl, can you get me butter and the syrup?" He slid the butter and the syrup over.
"Thanks."

"Is she sick?" Josie asked, entering the kitchen.
"No. Just sore." Mom answered.
"Why didn't you walk us?" She asked. "You had, Dylan. You weren't alone."
"I asked why." She said, getting her pancakes.
"I went skateboarding with Lucas."
Dylan and Josie looked at each other and started saying, "Lucas~" in a high pitched voice.

"Okay,okay. Stop teasing your sister and eat your pancakes." My mom said, and after a few seconds I her laugh a bit.
After we finished our pancakes I stumbled up stairs to change.

I hate being sore.

I stumbled into my bedroom and onto my bed. Thankfully last night I laid my clothes out. It was a PINK sweatshirt and my Nike sports leggings. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and staggered out the door with my backpack.

"Woah. Haha." Dylan laughed. "I didn't know it was that bad."

"Be a dear boy and help me get down stairs." He let me swing my arm around his neck and we limped down the stairs.

"The bus is outside." My mom said at the door way. "Love you two. See you two later."

"Do you want me to carry you?" Dylan asked

What?....

"Can you even carry me?" I asked.

"Yeah. Come on." He put is arm under my legs and he was carrying me bridal style across the lawn.

Our bus driver look fairly amused and closed the doors he sat me down at my usual seat and he sat next to me.

"Do I weigh a lot?" I asked, "Uh. No. You really light." He said.

"I really don't want to walk home. We are going to get the bus. Okay? Get everyone together and we'll make it. "

We got the school and I tried to act as normal as possible.

...And I failed miserably.