Forced To Be A Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“Aughh! I think I finally overdid it, how in the hell am I going to find someone else that would be willing to join the cheerleading squad? much less three of those persons.” Erika pouted as she hung her head low staring at her feet in a fidgeting motion, impatiently waiting for uncle Sam to return.

I can’t help but roll my eyes inwardly. I stifle the sigh bubbling up from my chest. The last thing I want to do is sit through an hour of this mind-numbing spectacle. Flashing lights, deafening cheers, the music that feels like a jackhammer pounding against my skull. But I can’t afford to make this look like anything less than a professional event. I sit there, nodding politely, as Martinez drones on and on about his daughter’s cheerleading career, detailing her rise to the top, her knee injury, her bitter rivalry with some other squad, and the sacrifices they’ve made along the way.

She blew a whistle, causing the girls to break formation. “You are almost there, but Tonia, you’ve got to keep up or you’ll kiss the team goodbye! Lose some weight if you have to! I need you to be light!” She screamed. “As you were,” she said, causing the girls to fall to the floor with labored breathing. The room fell silent, causing me to clear my throat. “I would like to register for the tryout, and I hope to become a cheerleader,” I said, and Fae turned around with her brows creased.

I said while standing up "listen it was just pranks, I was messing with you no big deal" "yeah it is a big deal, I've cheered for five years and I've taken Gymnastics classes for three; cheering has been my life since I was young and for you to not even give me a fair chance is so fucked up. Its already hard enough being a black cheerleader especially on most teams I was the only black girl, I had to work twice as hard as all the other girls so they wouldn't kick my ass to the curb"

But Brook had told her that she had to do everything she said, or the deal was off. Getting Annie and Trish on side had been surprisingly easy. It turned out that they had loved the idea of trying to get Mia on the inside, even if all that happened was Savannah getting pissed off. They’d taken in Mia’s new look and said it still needed ‘work’ but they were eager to bring her in straight away. That meant Mia had to do something she thought she’d never have to do in her life. Join the cheerleading team. They had forced her into the ridiculous outfit that left nothing to the imagination and insisted that she go to practice with them. Sure enough, Savannah was having none of it.

she asked and they nodded in the affirmative. Amber scoffed. "Really? That's your excuse?" she looked at Melissa and the third girl who got picked as well, Hazel, and returned her gaze to Candice. "If that's the case, why am I the only one drenched in sticky cheese sauce and can't feel my body?" she snapped this time. Candice shrugged again. "Because you were the best out of all of them. You shouldn't feel bad. Take it as a privilege because you are now a member of the wonderful cheerleading squad called?"

Why did he always watch me so closely, insisting I drink that glass of milk? Why did Lily and Julian appear in my life so suddenly and inexplicably? Why did his friends always call me… crazy? … The summer of my junior year, beneath the deafening chorus of cicadas, I endured the most brutal, blood-soaked, and violent experience of my life. It started with something so small. A few workers installing air conditioning at school stopped me to ask for directions. That was all. I did nothing but point them the right way. Then, one of them grinned wickedly.

I opened my mouth to say that she was fired, and therefore, not allowed to come along, but I caught sight of some cheerleaders in shining cheerleading outfits and bubbling spirit. “What is this?” I asked instead. “Your good luck charm, Chase. I hired them just for this purpose, and they are going to be making sure that the world pays more attention to you while you play,” Carmen responded. My shoulders sagged in defeat.

"That's bad. What would you do now?" "I would be forced to join the cheerleading team." I was so sick of cheerleading; there wasn't any excitement anymore and I couldn't find relish to it. That's why I wanted to do something I'd been dying to try but Lindsey had to always take away my happiness. "That's alright, actually. Same old Kourtney Devaraux, captain of the cheerleading team." She intended to sound as if she was complimenting me, but it didn't work. "I need to step up. I don't wanna stay the same." I rolled my eyes at her, as my frustration began to eat me.

Of course, that doesn't make me love her any less. It's just, at times, Zoe is a stereotypical cheerleader. And the rest of the cheerleaders too. And they expect me to be like them. I've tried so hard. To be a 'queen bee'. To fit in. I've seen the way they treat people or how they behave. And I don't like it.