Risking it.

Hypocrisy

After class, it was time for cheerleading training.

It was a real relief for the girls to finally get out of the long jeans and switch to the short cheerleading uniform.

It's a real Hypocrisy that these uniforms are fine, but shorts and tops are not. Just today five girls got send home for wearing skirts way longer than this! There just has to be a way to change everything.

The training began with stretching like always. Whenever one of the school's sport teams who were jogging around the field passed by them they would call some of the cheerleader's names. They were about 40 girls on the cheerleading team, but most boys shouted after Katharina. Fabienne agreed that Kat was among the prettiest and therefore one of the most popular girls at school. Every now and then, a couple of guys shouted Fabienne's name. She was always insecure about that because she just didn't know how to think about it.

It's not a damn compliment. Still I wouldn't want them to stop calling my name. Argh, why can't it be easy?

"Okay, girls, let's go through the choreography! C'mon, everyone get into position - Hurry up, Amy! - Your place is on the left side, Michelle! - Get it together girls and go!"

Seems like Coach Picella is in a bad mood. I better not mess anything up.

Fabienne was a pretty good cheerleader. Therefore, she had to do quite a couple of difficult figures in the choreography. She loved the training and team but it was always a bit scary when their coach Picella had a bad day because she could be very harsh and mean.

"Fabienne, your turn! Do the flick flack and don't mess it up!"

How empowering. She could really do a better job at motivating us instead of scaring us and tearing us down. But here I go.

Fabienne had practiced a whole lot for this so she mastered it like it was nothing. About five guys of the football team were standy nearby and were whisteling and groaling.

They could just clap their hands or something like that but this is so ridiculous and annoying. Boys are so immature and stupid.

"Nice one, Fabi!", one of the guys shouted.

"Thanks, I know due to a lot of training!"

I'm not taking any of their shit. I know all they're doing behind our backs is rating girl's asses and boobs. I don't need a fuckboy like that. If you go for them, everyone's gonna call you a slut anyway. It really is a situation in which you can only lose.

"Fabienne! Don't get distratced and most of all don't distract anyone else! Otherwise I have to suspend you from training!"

"I didn't distract anyone! They called me! The guys always call our names, how come we girls get in trouble for that?", Fabienne defended herself.

"That's enough! You'll have to see the director if you act like this!"

"But it's not fair!"

"Looks like you want detention. I take a note of that."