Hsm Cheerleader Novels & Stories

“Everyone’s going. And before you get ideas, it’s not optional. Hockey team. Cheer squad. You’re in the cheer squad, so congratulations, you’re invited.” She doesn’t smile, doesn’t bother to make it sound friendly. It’s obvious she hates even saying the words to me. If it wasn’t some mandatory team thing, I know she’d never bother. Serene giggles into her phone. Tara looks me up and down. Sasha’s eyes flick, satisfied. “Great. See you there. Wear something that isn't a hoodie or a checkered shirt.” She pivots and clips away. Blaire mutters, “I hate her.”

“So, genius, how did you do on your tests today?” “Oh, jeez, would you believe I couldn’t remember the second amendment?” I glare at Gia who laughs out loud. Cora comes up behind her and joins in on the fun. She has just come out of cheerleading practice and is sucking on a bottle of Gatorade. To sum up: Cora is a cheerleader, Gia is in choir, and I’m a prefect, though I was vice captain for my grade last year.

I looked up to see a big banner that read "WELCOME BACK TO XAVIER HIGH" I looked around to see the same familiar faces. I even saw the two girls who hated me the most, Cassandra and Fatima. They are both seniors on the cheerleading team and both of them wanted me dead. Why you ask? Because they both want my boyfriend. Cassandra Sanchez is head cheerleader and one of my mortal enemies. Everyone just call her Cassandra for short. She has blue green hair and brownish grayish eyes. Fatima Rosales is her best friend and second in command for cheerleading. Fatima has dark skin, green eyes, and messy short blonde hair which have three braided locks. Both girls have perfect curved bodies and huge bo

I knew most of their cheers and routines Camlia asked if I was comfortable cheering today, I told her of course. I am natural born cheerleader and she knew that I cheered all my life I used to practice with them for the fun of it when Jax and I dated before, she wanted me to show a few of my moves before the game started so I pulled out my game face and showed them a few of my cheers and moves and when I finished tumbling and in my splits they all had their jaws on the ground. Camlia was shocked and she said that she knows exactly where she wants me starting next week but for today, she wanted me to tumble and jump for the half-time show and asked if I knew the dance routine, I told her I wa

again, I never planned this, not on my first day. "Hello bitch, I'm Keisha (kee-sha), the leader of the cheerleading group" She twirls one loose strand of her hair as she tries to push out her chest full of fake silicone boobs while trying to look domineering. I could easily guess that she's the queen bee of the school, she looked so beautiful with her slim figure and straight hair which brought out the nice shape of her face but her face was caked with too much make up unlike my fat, disfigured looks. I instantly felt envious of her because of her confidence but felt grossed out.

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

After all, he was a Donovan, and they were the ones I was here to spy on. As I was about to leave, I heard a loud cheer from across the courtyard. I turned my head and saw a group of cheerleaders waving pom-poms and shouting at the top of their lungs. They were led by a stunning girl with long, curly hair and sparkling blue eyes. Sana Donovan.

The carefree moments when we could just be ourselves and let that true identity show. The band started playing the school song and one by one, the principal first annnouced each cheerleader with cheers from the crowd. I captured multiple photos of each as they entered, either cheering or tumbling or both. I managed to snap a few extras of my girls, too. Vanessa was announced last as Head Cheerleader and I know I had one amazing shot of her giving me a wink with a smile. I could see Danny buying that one to drool over.

"Every single one of them is hollow." I nodded. I wished I believed her. At Sterling Heights, hollow people ran the world. THE GYM – 1:00 P.M. Maya had an AP history seminar, so I was alone when I walked into the gym for rehearsal. The cheer squad was already there, stretching in their pristine blue and gold uniforms. I stood at the edge of the mats, still wearing my milk-stained hoodie. I felt like a dark spot on a bright canvas. "Alright, everyone! From the top!" Sloane shouted. She stood at the center, acting as the captain; she was only on paper.

"It looks like the cheerleaders are doing just that. Look at those shameless hussies hugging Mitchell and kissing his cheeks. We need to get you down there to stake out your claim. Let's go." "No, Hailey. I'm not going to make an ass of myself in front of those bimbos. I told you that he'd have all kinds of pretty girls after him. It just happened faster than I had anticipated. I never dreamed he'd be such an athlete. Let's go home," added an obviously dejected Christine as she started down to the exit.