Cheer Drawings Novels & Stories

(HOLDER OF FLAME) “DEEP, DEEP, DEEP, I AM IN-DEPTH.” Humming an unfamiliar melody that is neither dread nor a pleasant one, but falls in the middle of those two words with the harmony like no other, yet perhaps cursing, or more like praising someone. She looks at the pile of books in front of her and the markings, symbols, and sketches that she drew and made on top of the table. Wherein she giggles drawing a Cheshire smile at the end, as she whispers.

She laughed and hugged me tightly, she was half a head taller than me, but it wasn't awkward at all. "You really don't have to." I said, smiling at her, only now could I take in the full effect of how much stress this had caused her. Her deep brown hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, a pencil shoved into it, and her shrug's sleeves were shoved above her elbows, where eczema sat red and irritated and brought forth by stress. "Here's the drawings." I said as I pulled a folder filled with 205 different drawings. "I threw in a couple alternates, and you can rearrange them however you think they fit best. Oh!" I pulled out another paper filled with little boxes with intricate des

From the drawing, it's lunch break and students are milling about around me but I'm standing there, looking stuck and feeling exhausted from the healing process. My eyes are a muddy brown but my lips are stretched out in a wide smile. My shoulders are slumped but my nostrils are flared like I'm angry and my fists are clenched so tightly, it's like I'm trying not to go wild. Like I'm trying to rein in my demons. And I don't even remember this. “These drawings are incredible, Jeremy.” “I should know, I made them and they're called outlines.” I slap his chest playfully, “Show a little gratitude.”

Most were backwards, some floating off the lines entirely. I nodded. “Let me see.” I took the sheet from his small hands. “This one is perfect,” I said, pointing to the only straight letter on the whole page. His face lit up instantly. Kids that age only needed one good thing pointed out. And they’d bloom with it. “Okay, everyone,” I said, clapping once. “Pick a color and draw something that made you smile this morning.” “Can we draw our squirrel?” a girl asked. “If your squirrel made you smile, yes,” I answered, amused.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

Pixie : ) I rolled my eyes in annoyance, shooting him one of my deadly glares, he burst out laughing at my reaction, I turned looking again to the drawing he just send me, I started drawing excitedly, he thinks he's funny, I looked at the middle finger I just draw perfectly, not writing anything, just a simple middle finger. I throw the plane and watched as it started flying towards Anthony but not quiet landing on his desk, I gulped when I noticed it landed on someone else.

Tell me. Chloe carefully unrolled a large sheet of paper on the grass. It showed a big vision board full of drawings, paint colors, and little notes in her nice handwriting. This is my dream gallery, Chloe said with excitement, her cheeks a bit red. A gallery for local artists, a place where anyone can show their art, no matter their background. Michelle sat next to her, looking at the drawings closely. Chloe, this is amazing. I thought maybe... one day, Chloe said softly, when I have enough money, when I feel brave enough.

She doesn't look happy in this one. Her frown is deep and hate is pointed in my direction. The black and red uniform for the cheer team is nice, even in my angered state I have to compliment good outfits. The pictures are all the same. Me with that guy, and then some other guys that I don't know. Some are with Nona and her friends. Other, and the majority, are just of me. My outfits for each day. I don't know what drew my thumb to one of the videos but I opened it.

A bright drawing, a direct opposite of mine. "Do you like my drawing?" She asked. "I do." my words were short and I grabbed my pencil, scribbling two words on the drawing of the sun and rainbows. 'Mine, Peaches.'