I Can't Stop

You're All Gonna Hate Each Other After This

 AUTHOR'S NOTE: HEY GUYS! SORRY I HAVE NOT UPDATED IN A WHILE! MY WIFI WILL NOT WORK SO MY COMPUTER IS BEING STUPIS AND WILL NOT PUBLISH THE UPDATE. IT IS SOOO ANNOYING. HOW DO YOU LIKE THE STORY SO FAR? I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

BIRTHDAY COUNT: 8 DAYS! I WILL BE 15

ANYWAYS... HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER, IF I CAN GET IT TO PUBLISH!

 Acacia rolled in on her wheelchair. 

"Look, its the screw up!" Our coach yelled. "Didn't I specifically tell you not to break something over Thanksgiving break? Yet, you did. You royally screwed this team," Our coach said to Acacia.

She looked like she was about to cry. 

I didn't want to be mad at Acacia for this, but I was. I couldn't help but to think that she ruined our competition. 

"Well since Acacia pulled this little stunt, we have to recoreagraph the whole routine. You will all hate each other by the end of the week. We have two appointments, one on Tuesday, and one on Thursday to practice on nine-panel mats. They will be just like the ones at competition," our coach informed us. "Gabby, you will no longer be a base for Kara you will be a base for Paloma. Kara your new bases will be Emylee and Payton." My coach told me.

I could not believe it! I have to learn all my really hard stunts, which I still can't really do, on a new base. This whole thing might not be impacting anyone else but it is impacting me.

"Look, Coach, wouldn't it be easier for Emylee to base for Paloma instead of Gabby basing for Paloma? Gabby wouldn't have to learn new counts. We have already been practicing with her and it would make me feel much more secure with Gabby. No offense Em, we just haven't been practicing with you!" I ask my coach.

"No! Absolutely not, you will do as I say!" My coach yells at me. 

I just stay silent, I can't believe this is happening! If Acacia wasn't messing around we would all be fine. But no, she had to screw things up. Ughhhh why am I thinking these things? Acacia is my best friend. I guess this is just how I am reacting to all the shit that is going down.

"Okay girls, start stretching and let's get started." Our coach demanded.

After falling on my tumbling about 100 times and falling out of my stunts for what felt like a million times, I wanted to give up. I could not feel a single bone in my body. The whole routine was looking like a disaster.

"C'mon girls! We have thirty minutes to perfect this routine and you are falling out of easy stunts!!!" Our coach screamed.

She really was a monster.

We went one more time full out and it actually looked good. I didn't fall out of a single stunt. Lex'is pyramid did not hit on the right counts but it looked good.

"That's what I want to see every single time we do this routine. Facials, strong arms, that is how I like it!" Our coach encouraged us. 

We were finally able to leave practice and I felt like I just stabbed myself multiple times in the leg. Every bone in my body hurt. I walked into the car feeling so sore. 

"What's wrong buttercup?" My dad asked me.

"I am just really sore! We had a long day at practice," I told my dad. 

I sat in the car, not making a single noise. When we finally got home I plummeted into my bed. Thank God I did not have any homework. I just wanted to sleep.

I woke up at 6: am. It was sooo early. I got dressed in some sweat pants and a sweatshirt. I really was not in the mood to do anything or even try today. I feel bad for anyone who has to look at me today. I grabbed my backpack, sighed and walked out the door. I was still really sore. 

"Hey Kara," Emylee said as she perambulated to me. I saw she was wearing the exact same thing I was.

"You have a cheer hangover too?" I asked.

"I can barely move!" Emylee cried out.

Emylee walked me to Spanish and it hurt to sit down in the green plastic chair. I saw we had a new seating chart and you wouldn't guess who I sit next to. Tommy. Ugh why is my life so hard. 

"Hey Kara, nice sweatpants" Tommy said while smirking.

"Shut up! I had a bad day yesterday!" I protested.

"I'm sorry. What happened?" Tommy contemplated.

I told him about my terrible day and why I was acting like a bitch. He listened intently and nodded his had whenever I said something or laughed when I laughed. This is why I liked this boy. He took the time out of his day to make sure that I was okay. 

The bell rang, I didn't want to go. I was having so much fun talking to Tommy. The time went by so fast just sitting there, having a conversation with him. I almost forgot the pain I was inn until I stood up. And then I remembered what I will have to deal with tonight. 

The day went by fast and I really wish it went by slower, as much as I hated school. I had a feeling that I was going to hate cheer more that I hated school after tonight. I literally counted the minutes until I arrived at the gym. We got right to work. We hit all our stunts and I was actually starting to belive that w could do this. We did not need Acacia. 

I got home and I was very tired. I tried to go on my social media but my wifi sucks. I sat there staring at the wall because my phone would not work! I decided to go to sleep early tonight to cath up on the sleep I have been missing. I woke up to an annoying buzzing noise early in the morning. Oh right, i had shool. And thrnI had practice. Ew. What a fun day? 

I got to school and nothing special happened, a few conversations here and there. The first bell rang, signaling that I had 5 minutes to get to Spanish. I walked into the classroom and took a seat next to my new seat partner. Ahhh Tommy. he smelled so good. Like axe. The best cologne a man could wear. I was getting a little too creepy. 

School finally ended and I changed into my practice clothes. I rolled out he mats and began to stretch. I was the only one at practice so far, everyone was changing. I just wanted to get this over with. Today and tomorrow are out last practices until competition. We just worked on cleaning up the dance at the end of the routine. Practice went by fast and I was so nervous for tomorrow. It was the last practice we had on a nine-panel mat. 

I went home and just stayed silent the whole night. I think my parents were starting to get worried about me barely eating dinner, not talking a lot but I was just nervous and tired. 

The day could not have gone by any slower. Tommy did not show up to Spanish so I actually had to participate in the stupid activities we did. I was such a wreck. This is our last practice. I thought to myself. I trudged through the hallway to get my cheer bag. I got into my car and drove to the gym with the nine panel mat. 

"Girls, lets stretch and then warm up our stunts!"  Our coach prompted. 

We started to warm up our stunts, not a single one hit. I fell to the ground, Lexi dropped her sign and came down and Paloma did not even make it up in the first place. The practice went on like this for hours. Our coach yelled at us, and our stunts and tumbling kept falling. we were overworked.

Pretty much all the girls on our team were crying. We all worked so hard and got no where. 

"Girl, let's talk," Our coach said. "I don't think competing in this competition will be beneficial to us," Our coach said. "Our stunts are unsafe and we aren't doing anything right."

Paloma burst into tears. After all, it was her last year to compete. She is a senior. We were all speechless as our coach walked out.