The Cheerleaders' Life

THE DINNER

DIANA'S POV:

Why on earth did I choose this...arggghh?

Remember when the freaking principal made me options to choose from ? 

"WAAAH, WAAH" The cries of the babies are peircing the air and slicing through it .

I started rocking the baby back and forth, back and forth until it stopped crying.

The second I turn around I am interrupted from my moment of peace that I was seeking for.

Emily , one of the kids in this kindergarten , tugs down my dress and starts, “Diana, where do you think babies come from?”

I pick her up and start spinning her around, she’s my favorite kid from here so far...  “I don’t know Emily but what I know is that it’s time for baking some cookies ,  want to come?”

“YAYYYY!!” she chirps happily.

After I got at least five kids we started baking cookies and stuff.

I have been doing this for 2 weeks and a half now, going to the kindergarten in my free periods and after I finish school, because this daycare lasts until 5 PM.

I didn’t choose to plan homecoming with Angela Snow because last time I did choose it, she made my life an utter hell.

After the day finished I got my backpack and exited to the parking lot but someone’s hand on my wrist stopped me,

I mentally groaned ..ughh what now?

“Ms.  Anderson we want to talk to you about something,” The tall blond woman said. “We want to thank you for having a good influence on Emily,” the woman continued.

“Ahh, no, it’s okay your welcome.” I said laughing nervously.

“How about you join us for dinner today?" the woman said.

“Umm.  Okay if you insist!” I said excitedly... I don’t know why but I feel like something is going to happen in the dinner.

************************ LATER AT THE DINNER, ***************************

I helped Mrs. Miller set the table and then she placed the turkey that was swimming deliciously with sauce in the middle of the table, a bowl of rice, a bowl of soup and a bowl of salad was placed on the far ends too.

Mrs. Miller called her son for dinner and we all sat down. After she poured all of us juice, her son decided to join us.

Imagine my surprise when I found its jack. Oh fucking hell!

“Pfftt this is the person who is supposed to be a good influence on Emily? I think you meant bad influence not good, “he said.

I thought we were in good terms? God these nerds are so pathetic and cold blooded!

“Jack  ...” Mrs. Miller started warningly increasing the volume on each letter.

“Mom, she’s in my school she’s a bitch who seeks attention and whores around the school like a slut, ...or that’s how I view her  ...” he said matter of factly.

Ouch?

Mrs. Miller gasped loudly and said “Jackson William Miller this is not a way to talk to our guest!”

At this point I was so angry with jack! After I humiliated myself and apologized to him while everyone has seen me within 5 centimeter radius near him, and he still didn’t get over it?

Then he sat down.

Emily got up from here seat and whispered in my ear “what does bitch, whore and a slut mean?... if you are a slut then so am I , because you are perfect , those words can't mean something wrong can they?”