Mha Cheer Novels & Stories

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

I tilted my neck, straining to see the television that the school had placed there. “Hi there Grimsborrow high, it’s your cheer captain Anastasia. I know it’s hard to believe I’m the one making this video but the Reapers desperately need your help. We need you to bring your best cheer spirit to the Hawkins stadium tonight at Patrick’s county. I may be the school’s greatest cheerleader but I can’t carry the team spirit on my own. So if you love the Reapers. And you want our awesome streak of winning to continue, then I need you to buy our team’s merch. And be as loud as you can to cheer them. I’d say go Reapers, but I’ll leave that for you guys.”

Finally finding our seats, we sat down happily and looked ahead at the field to find the cheerleaders all lining up with their pom-poms as the football teams huddled together next to their coaches for last minute strategies. Mia and her gang were at the cheer squad and I had to say, they looked to be in great form. Their choreography was flawless and they moved across the field with ease, for a quick dance battle with the Ellsworth High cheer team, before the field was cleared and the football teams began to get ready for their match.

“But I know you do wish me well. Thanks.” “Hayes and Davis we don’t have all day!” Coach called out to us. “Let’s make good use of Dan and Gideon’s shoulders shall we?” We left our bags on the benches and went to join the others. There on the field was Shewa in shorts and a tank top watching as we took our positions to practice our cheers. “Since when did you become a cheerleader, Shewa?” I asked. “Since never time. I’m just here on the field for some hot news to report this Friday on the radio.”

Hazel said, walking away to her class while I walked to mine, which was at the end of the hallway. When I got to the door, I took a huge breath. I looked to my right to see the twins and a couple of people in the room all geared up to fencing. They looked at me, and I ignored them, walking into the room in front of me, where the cheerleaders were at. As I walked into the room, I saw a group of cheerleaders dressed in purple skirts and tank tops perfecting their moves while Fae stood at the center, commanding them. She blew a whistle, causing the girls to break formation.

Hunter says and I scoff at that. Smiling makes everything better. . History is our last class again today and I also have cheer practice immediately after that,so I decided to change my clothes into my cheer uniform to save me from the hustle. Today we are wearing the black cheer dress with grey straps. Every cheer dress is shot so it is not violating any dress cold. I also changed into my white sneakers to finish the look. We are now making our way to Mr. Harrison's class. Today I am going to be on time so I wouldn't have any problem with him.

“Awrang awra na kami! Bekla bekla aawra ka ba? Oo, oo aawra kami. Locsin, Locsin aawra ka ba? Oo, oo aawra kami” English Translation: We’re going to show our aura! Gay, gay, are you going to aura? Yes, yes, we’re going to aura. Locsin, Locsin, are you going to aura? Of course, of course, we’re going to aura. That’s our cheer while walking in the middle of the stage. "L.O.C.S.I.N., LOCSIN!" We shouted and went to our first formation. We saw on the face of our MAPEH Teacher that she was happy and enjoyed our cheer.

She’s on the edge of her seat, worried about the match. The mascot appears on the court followed by the cheerleaders who position themselves to prepare a dance number. Halsey can see Daisy and Lydia in the center, basking in the glory. “One!” Daisy counts. “Two! Three!” The music booms through the speakers and the cheerleaders begin to dance. Everyone cheers for them. Lydia somersaults through the court and performs the perfect split to conclude the routine, enjoying the attention. Halsey’s mind isn’t into it and she’s only nervous about the match.

Jordan, his face unreadable. "Community service?" Hannah shrieked, her voice suddenly high-pitched and indignant. "But that's...that's stressful! And completely unfair! My nails will chip! I have a cheer competition coming up, I can't be... raking!" Mr. Jordan merely raised a brow, his expression calm. "Are you more comfortable with me disbanding your cheer group, Miss Taylor? Because I assure you, a reputation for insubordination and public brawling would make it very difficult to garner support for any school-sponsored activity."

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. Why do I feel like I’m trapped in a soap opera? Finally, the halftime show begins. A sudden burst of excitement from the crowd fills the stadium, sending waves of energy and noise that do nothing but make my headache worse. Two rows of girls—cheerleaders—step onto the field. One side is in blue, the other in pink. Of course, Martinez’s daughter is in blue. No doubt about it.