The teacher stopped her lesson and stared at me. She cleared her throat and smiled. "You must be Lashani Rose. Have a seat behind Hillary. Hillary Clinton, please raise your hand."
She rolled her eyes and stopped writing to take a glance at me, and raised her hand. "Oh, great, another black girl." She mumbled to herself.
She is obviously not good at mumbling. And what if I walked up to her and said "oh great another bitchy blonde who thinks shes the best" um no wannabe barbie seriously try again.
I walked to my seat and sat down. The teacher looked at me. "Now, as I was saying.." she continued her lesson about whatever..
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Hours passed and finally school was over, I ran up to Ryan and tapped his shoulder. He looked at me and smiled. "Oh, hey!"
I smiled back and and stood on my tippy-toes trying to reach his level height, even though he's like 5 inches taller. "I demand you to tell me where the cheerleading tryouts our held." I poked his chest, smirking.
Ryan laughed and slightly poked me back. "At the gym, better hurry, and good luck." He said, grabbing my butt when I turned around.
I spun towards him and punched his arm really hard and scowl. "Do not touch my butt, that is off limits to your Mr."
Ryan smirked at me. "Sorry." He laughed and grabbed his backpack, leaving the school building.
"There you are! Come on Hillary is waiting for you!" Nikki said, grabbing my hand. Camille began to lead us to the gym.
Camille got behind me and tied my hair up into a ponytail with her scrunchy.
We all walked inside the gym, seeing Hillary and other girls, black, white, and two asians.
"Hillary, we're here!"
The blonde girl looked up, un-amused, she was also filing her nails. "And what is it you're going to do?" Hillary said.
I rolled my eyes and walked up closer, but not to close. I place my left hand on my hip, with my attitude ready to roll. "What i'm going to do? First, i'm going to let you know that you AREN'T better than everybody. Just because your the pretty barbie girl with the long blonde hair and the captain does not mean you can act like a bitch with a fishy attitude, and I bet all these girls ready to try out have 100% more potential than you," I said, looking at all the girls sitting on the bleachers, some were smiling at me, others had no face expression, even though they were knowing I was right. I looked back at Nikki and Camille, smirking at me.
"And Second, i'm gonna show you everything a black girl can do. So dont go like "ugh another black girl" like you did in class, because another on your team just might make the Spartans look more positive, eh?" I faked a smile at her before turning around going to the other side of the gym.
Hillary's face look astonished, and angered. She then rolled her eyes and eyed me down. "Just start, bitch."
"You got it, bitch." I shouted back to her, I walked up a few steps and began to do backflips, frontflips, cartwills, and ended with splitz. I also did a small dance routine that I remember from my old school when I was a cheerleader. "1 and 2 and 3 and 4.." I said, mumbling to myself.
When I finished, I caught all eyes on me. And I also noticed 4 boys there. One was black with long dreads, the others were white. The one boy I noticed was Ryan, who was smiling at me.
When Hillary noticed the attention I got from Ryan, she was angry. I'm guessing she liked him or something. I snickered.
"Well, you um, suck! Yeah you suck bad, I can do better than you!" Hillary said, standing up.
Right when I was about to fire back, one of the boys stood up, Camille was in his lap, but she had got off. "You know you cant, Hillary. Dont even try to be the queen bitch right now."
"Zip it, Jonah!" Hillary shouted at the boy who was standing up for me.
His name is Jonah, I collected that.
"Are you mad, Hillary? Everyone that can outlaw you easily you get mad at, how did you even become the plastic captain?" Another boy said.
"Adrian, this is none of your fuccking business!" Hillary said, looking at him.
I collected his name, also.
"No, big sis, it is my business. Because you bring this attitude home also, and the whole family just wishes you'd get it the hell together." Adrian said, lifting Nikki off of his lap and standing up also.
The black guy with dreads had this white girl on his lap. She was very pretty, I must admit. "Come on guys, Hillary isn't worth it. She's being a bi-atch just because everyone is obviously better than her."
Ryan didn't say anything, instead, he was staring at me in awe the whole time. And he still is.
Hillary screamed in frustration, and looked at all the other girls on the bleachers, "NEXT! ONE OF YOU GET YOUR ASSES UP HERE AND PERFORM!"
About five of the girls on the bleachers grabbed their bags and left. The girl who was on the black guys lap walked up, "I'm ready to try-out." She said, smirking.
"Ugh, Sabrena Isenhower." Hillary said.
"Yep, its me, the mighty Bree!" Sabrena said, full of positivity. Her routine was mixed with hip-hop, ballet, and frontflips.
I looked back at the guys who stuck up for me. "Thanks, guys."
"No problem." They all said to me at once.
I looked at Ryan and walked up to him. "Hey, wanna take a picture? It'll last longer." I joked.
He looked at me.
