In the locker room, we blasted the pump up music at max volume.
"Alright boys, this is going to be a close game, so make it count!" our coach shouted. We got into our huddle.
"Who are we?" I screamed.
"Blue Devils!" everyone screamed back in unison.
"Who are we?" I screamed again.
"Blue Devils!" everyone screamed.
"What are we?" I screamed.
"Winners!" everyone screeched back.
"Blue Devils!" I shouted one last time.
"We will win, we will fight, hoo-ah hoo-ah!" we all screeched. We raced out to the side of the field, pumped up. I saw the opposing team had already been called out.
"And now, put your hands together for your Blue Devils!" the announcer shouted. The student section screamed and we all raced onto the field. The cheerleaders had a banner we got to run through. I lead the team and raced through it. Everyone pumped us up. I even caught a glimpse of Peyton. The student section was huge and decked out in school colors. It was an incredible, unforgettable feeling.
The game began and I was having a really good game. I mean, really good. I had scored multiple touchdowns and we were up 19-10.
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Genç KurguPeyton Emerson is not a normal fifteen-year-old girl. When she was younger, her parents discovered the usage CRISPR on toddlers and illegally genetically altered her to become 250% as intelligent as a normal person. She has been homeschooled with he...
