Nothing but a nervous rush of excitement. That's all that I felt as the band began their halftime show music. Every year, the head cheerleader chooses a squad member to show off their talents and that year, my senior year, for reasons unknown, I was chosen. As the youngest on the team, it had come as quite the surprise. I hadn't thought the captain had ever even liked me, much less believed that I had talent. I stepped onto the field with the cheer squad, each step perfectly coordinated to be in sync, my anticipation for the backflip off of the top of the pyramid bubbling in my chest. As my body twisted in nearly inhumane fashions and I seemed to defy gravity, gliding through the air with a graceful precision I wasn't even aware I could do, I felt the stares on my body, heard the whistling from the stands. Normally I would have hated the attention, but that night... that night was different. I should have known better than to step into a spotlight, but then my solo performance was ending, a simple front flip landing me into the same position as my teammates spread out across the field. We strutted towards the stands, a singular unit of beauty and grace. Some of the girls began chatting the moment we stepped off of the sidelines and were walking normally towards the locker room. Few of them spoke to me, and the singular guy outright glared at me. As my adrenaline wore off, my usual mannerisms kicked in, along with the knowledge that I have to hurry. I ducked my head and sped up, just wanting to change and get out of there.
"What the actual fuck, Chloe? I specifically asked for the halftime spot, and you give it to the Mexican Runt"?
I was surprised Jonathan even knew a word like specifically. He wasn't the brightest, and turned to cheerleading as a way to get scholarships for college. He was pissed because the halftime show is when the most recruiters are watching, trying to find their next big star. Being showed up by a fifteen year old girl likely didn't help matters. I didn't stick around long enough to hear Chloe's reply, though I will admit I was curious. But, I had somewhere to be.
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Dark Rose Origins
ActionMy name is Rosalinda Mosolido, and I'm one of the world's last hopes. I grew up pretty normally, I guess, my parents getting old and refusing to talk about their pasts or their families, and definitely refusing to talk about my older brother, who di...
