Divergent Powers High

Chapter 15: Tryouts

(A/N. Idk if anybody else used Polyvore for their outfits but it got bought and now I can't use the outfit maker, and I'm using a not-as-good version of it now :( )

Against my instinct, I'm still trying out for cheer today. I've done it for years, not that I like it much, but all of my friends are already trying out, so I might as well. 

I have an outfit set out, that Mom picked out. She said it was perfect for tryouts, and made sure to match the color to our school colors, red and black. Before putting on the clothes, I get in the shower, washing off my body. Knowing how picky they were in California, I'm sure to get everything clean, and shave my arms and legs. I don't shave much at all whenever it is out of cheer season. 

After showering and shaving, I blow dry my hair, and pat down my body. Now I just put on a sports bra and underwear, so there won't be any makeup or hairspray on the clothes. I do nude makeup, golden eyes and a baby pink lip, of course, in addition to contouring the crap out of my face. My white hair is pulled up into an extremely tight, high ponytail. I'm really hoping my hair will go back to normal soon, but if it doesn't, I'll end up dying it some crazy color. 

"Six, are you dressed?" Mom's voice scares the shit out of me, especially with how paranoid everyone is about David. 

"Not yet Mom, what do you need?" I shout in response, grabbing my clothes. 

"I wanted to drive you to school so you don't get anything on your clothes, if you wouldn't mind?" 

I laugh, "No way, I'm riding my motorcycle." 

"Whatever Six." She walks down the stairs, most likely agitated by my unwillingness to comply. 

I start putting on the outfit, making sure it is actually appropriate for school. The top is a flowing red tank, that stops a little bit above the bottom of my stomach. They are paired with some simple black spandex shorts, and a tight fitting black windbreaker. Of course, she also got a pair of red sneakers to finish the outfit. I smooth everything down, checking my reflection in the mirror. It does look good, and fits well enough for tryouts. 

Lastly, I gather up my scattered homework from last night, and shove it into the respective folders. Homework is a pain, what's the purpose of doing more  school work at home, when you spent the whole day doing it? Teachers have had full blown arguments with me about it, which usually ends up with me sent to the principal's office and a crispy teacher. 

I laugh at the memory, and swing my bag over my shoulder. When Mom spots me, she fans her face, faking a cry, "My little girl and her third year of cheer! You're growing up so fast!" 

I roll my eyes dramatically, "Mom, don't get all emotional, that's just weird." 

She walks over, pushing an invisible stray hair from my pony, "I know you'll do well, you always do." 

I smile, letting her be herself, "Thank you Mom, really. Be careful, alright? I know you don't have your powers anymore, but they've been very persistent about questioning us." 

She smiles, "I'll be fine sweetie, you stay safe as well."

We say our goodbyes, then she let's me go out onto my motorcycle. I secure my backpack, and rev the engine, filling the air with that heavenly noise. 

The vehicle pulls out from the driveway, where the streets are barren. Only, maybe, half a dozen cars pass by, which I appreciate. Paranoia is taking over, terrifying my senses at every turn. It's unbearable to deal with, but sometimes, you just have to push it onto the back burner. 

I find a spot that is farther back than usual, but it's the only space, with what I think is Tobias' motorcycle in the other half. There are cat calls as I stroll into the school presumably from the ungodly short spandex I'm wearing.