Preppy Princess .(Shmateo)

2/Cheerleading .

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I take a shower, and put on my cheerleading uniform. It's red, black, and white, and it's a two piece.

I put my hair in a ponytail and put on a matching bow, get my phone, and put on my cheer shoes and go downstairs.

My mother smiled at me. "Ready?"

I look at her as if she were dumb. "I look ready right?"

She nodded. "You never know."

She picked up her purse, and we walked out the house into her white Jeep Wrangler again.

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"When does this end?" She asked.

"It's two hours long." I say getting out of the car.

I begin to walk towards where I see the cheer squad, and my phone then buzzed. I realize it's my boyfriend.

I smile, and begin texting him back while walking, only to be bumped into someone. My phone fell out my hands, onto the concrete.

I look up to see a boy with an Afro. He looked me up and down. "My bad momma."

He bent down to pick up my phone while I grew aggravated.

He gave it to me, and I see my phone being cracked, with the screen falling out, and it's glitching. My jaw drops, and I feel myself growing angry.

"You broke my fucking phone!"

He shrugged. "You white, you look rich, so buy yourself a new one."

"It doesn't matter! I have things that are saved onto here!"

He walked away shoulder bumping me.

I'm seconds away from screaming.

I storm towards the squad, who is stretching.

I go towards my coach. "A fucking boy broke my phone!"

She held her hand out. "Lemme see."

I showed her my phone, and her jaw dropped. "I'm s-"

"No sorries." I spat throwing my phone onto the grass.

I sit down and began to stretch, and Avery sits next to me. "Are you okay?"

"You didn't fucking hear me!?" I yell.

She smiled. "I got a new phone yesterday."

I side eyed her, and she got up and skipped away across the field, to her boyfriend.

Another girl who's on the squad, but I don't know her sat next to me. "It's okay. Just get a new one. Transfer your SD, or SIM card into the new phone, and nothing will be lost."

I rolled my eyes. "Get away from me."

I'll try it. But I don't know her, so I'm not going to be nice to her.

I cross my arms and begin to cry.

My coach comes towards me. "I'm sorry about your phone Maddie."

I wipe my tears, and look down at my hands. I then realize I have a black substance all over my hands.

I gasp. My makeup.

I get up. "I-I'll be right back."

They nodded. "Okay. But hurry the game starts in 5."

I get up, and run looking for the field bathrooms. I hate the bathrooms because they stink, and are dirty. I put my hands over my face and look down, making sure I could still see between my fingers.

I arrive into the bathroom, and I go right to the sink rapidly washing my face. I look in the mirror.

I look horrible.

I use soap, and continue washing my face until all my makeup was gone, and my face was clean.

I then hear distant cheering meaning the games starting.

I speed walk back towards the field, where the cheerleaders are. I'm the captain, and I'm in the middle of the front row.

I realized that my boyfriend didn't come and say hi to me today.

We began doing our routine, and I'm flashing a fake smile while doing the cheer routine.

We then backed up into flyer positions, while bases and backs pots got ready.

I was hoisted up, and the crowd cheered with me smiling big. I locked my legs, and tightened my arms, and structure.

We began chanting our cheer, as I was about to be brought up into a full.

"5, 6, 7, 8." I mumble.

They hoisted me up higher into a full, along with the other flyers.

We continued chanting, and I then feel my leg uncontrollably wobble. I glimpse down while flashing my fake smile, to see Phoebe now struggling to howl me up.

It's gotten worse.

"Phoebe. Stop fucking moving!" I say with a bright smile, looking at the crowd.

"I-I can't. I'm sorry Madison please don't hurt me. It's j-"

She was then cut off with her losing strength, and my self falling on my arm.

I scream in pain. "WHAT THE FUCK!!"

The crowd then began to slowly get silent as I cried.

All I feel is pain in my arm.

Everyone helped me up, and I looked at Phoebe with hate. I sniffed with more tears streaming down my face, and I held my injured arm. She looked at me with sorrow.

I then smacked her across the face. "BITCH!!"

She held her face. "I'm sorry Madison. I-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

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Mrs. Moore, nothing is wrong with your daughters arm. She just hit on it hard, having it to be an effect for the pain to go away very slow, and feel as if something is wrong." The doctor informed my mother.

"So no sprain?" My father asked.

The doctor shook his head. "Luckily, no sprain. Just a little pain, but we could give you numbing cream, and ice to help it go away quicker."

My mother nodded. "That will work thank you."

The doctor smiled at my parents, and walked out.

"I might have to sue that girls parents." My father said.

I nodded with dark eyes. "Do it." I spat.

My mother shook her head. "No. It's no sprain, and any fracture, or anything broken. You're just fine."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

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We arrive home, and I go straight upstairs into my room, and slam the door.

I take my pink marbled notebook out of my nightstand drawer in anger, along with a pen.

I flip to a clean page, beginning to write names.

List of people to make their life hell:

Avery
Lola
Brooke
Alexia
Piper
Reina
Manal
Phoebe

I smile to myself, and put the notebook and pen back into the night drawer.

I pick up the house phone, beginning to call Phoebe's boyfriend.