Diary Of A Challenged Cheerleader

It was Saturday, Also known as the first day of cheerleading camp. My palms were shaking my armpits smell like shit.
I'm so nervous. I haven't done cheerleading since I was six or seven.
This is gonna be a challenge.

I walk into the gym and the first person I see is my best friend, Andrea Lipkus.
The World Cup family has always been welcoming to me knowing that my mother co owns the gym. I don't like to take that for granted. These girls have seen me role around the gym a time or two. Sometimes I get out there and do somethin'. I stopped cheerleading because of a horrid injury that haunts me to this day.
Flashback
Two years ago
I stepped out on that mat like I owned that state. I went for my first stunt , slayed it. Then it was time for my two whip full. I was so anxious and scared , finally I went for it. Then all I saw was black and all I hear was "gasp" "GIANNA". The next thing I saw was doctors and nurses surrounding me.
"Oh My God" I said. I was absolutely freaked out.