As I walk to Coach's office I attract a lot of stares. I hear some of the mutterings. Slut, Fat, Bitch, Whore. I blink back tears. I knock on Coach's door and I wait until I hear the
"Enter". I open the door and walk in. The room is covered in photos, most of them on myself and Coach holding trophies or medals, some of the whole team, and a couple individuals of Coach.
"Sit". Coach Bell's stern voice cuts like ice through me, and I know what's coming. Blinking back won't stop these tears from coming.
"Ash, you have one chance to tell me the truth. Is it true?" Coach Bell looks at me through her beady eyes.
"Yes. I'm pregnant" My voice shakes.
"Your off the team. You can take off that uniform and get changed into normal clothes. You are not permitted to come to practise and you can hand in your pom poms. You can give your captains badge to Chloe." Her voice makes me tremble and I try to hold my tears in.
"But I won't show for a couple of months and you can't win Nationals without me. Please, don't do this."
"I think you think too highly of yourself. We certainly can win Nationals without you, and I can't have a pregnant girl on my squad. People will talk. Your a disgrace to the institution of cheerleading."
I open my mouth, but no words come out.
"It's just like your favourite show, Glee. You have everything, one mistake and I drop you. Just like Quinn Fabray, but this time, it's not a story. And you can't blackmail me into letting you back on. Now, get out of my office, and go take that uniform off." Her menacing smile makes me want to slap her.
An angry burst overwhelms me and I slam my captains badge on the desk. I run out of the room and to my locker. I grab my spare clothes and run to the bathroom holding in tears. I change and leave my uniform on the floor, knowing the janitor will get it in 10 minutes. I run to the one place I want to be. My safe space. The auditorium.
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