Stereotype

I put myself in a cross legged sitting position after I got out of the spits. I looked at the other girls that were here. Some were panting hard; others were lying on the floor of the gymnasium, talking to the person beside them. I got to my feet and strolled over to the benches that was on the far side of the room. The place was littered with water bottles. I sat on the aluminum bench and unscrewed the lid of my plastic water bottle. I placed the opening to my lips and tilted it up. I parted the water bottle from my mouth, looked over to my left and saw Stacy walk over to me

"Hey Brooke," Stacy said. I took a sip of my water, maybe it would give a sign that I didn't want to talk but then again I never want to talk.

"Hi." I answered back after I swallowed the liquid.

"That was a killer routing that Hillary thought up, wasn't it? All those splits, flips, and cartwheels, damn. Someone call 911, I might have a heart attack." At this point I tuned Stacy out because she always talked so fast I couldn't understand her half the time. Stacy was my best friend, mostly my only friend. Of course, I knew a lot of people, but I put them in the acquaintance.

Hillary the cheer caption came back into the gym and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. She dried her hands on her blue cheer leading outfit. Hillary was the queen bee and also dating the high school quarter back. She cheated on him all the time and everyone knew. Hillary was easy, give her a sweet smile and you'll get lucky. Of course, her boyfriend knew, but he didn't care, it's all about image at Kingston high.

"Okay, let's take it from the top." Hillary said. She smoothed her hair and uniform, then walked to the stereo while everyone got into position. The music started playing a fast hip hop beat and we start with pumping our arms. Each row was made up of 4 people.

After we stopped pumping our arms, the front row would go down into the splits. The second row would pick up the first row and the first row would run off to the right side and start throwing someone in the air. The second row, which I was in, would run and flip to the left side and the girls would pick me up, I was a flyer. The third row would break out into a dance and then they would hoist someone in the air after the dance. The groups would join together, grabbing the hands of the other girls; the side girls would lift their opposite leg to about their shoulder length. The routine would go on for several more minutes. 

After an hour the practice was over, I grabbed my water bottle and headed for the locker room. I went to the locker and grabbed my gym bag. I took out my bathroom necessitie; shampoo, soap, and towel. my feet guided me to a bare room with showerheads on the wall. I undressed, leaving my clothes on the side of shower room. My hand turned on the shower head and My body turned towards the water. The water was cold, my body went into shock because I didn't give it time to heat up

The door opened and the other girls started to come into the locker room. Girls started coming into the shower area. I start to lather up my hair with my shampoo. Doors opened and for the girls who just shower at home piled out of the room. I rinsed the shampoo suds from my head and started to put soap on my body. My ears picked up other conversations that were going on around me.

"Did you hear? Allen Smith broke up with Chrissie Gray, that’s why she’s not at practice today." April Peterson told Kayla Pacherte.

"No way! They have been together for what, a year?" Kayla said.

"Yeah, she was crying and she almost overdosed on oxycotton pills that she found in her mom’s medicine cabinet. Her brother found her on the floor and brought her to the hospital. I wouldn't be surprised if she started cutting," April said.

"Let's kick her off the team if she goes all goth, It wouldn't be good for our reputation if we had a suicidal, dead, goth girl on the team." Kayla said.