Mha Cheer Novels & Stories

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.

The pristine blue mats had been carefully laid out in the center, bright lights glaring down from the high rafters. On the opposite side of the gym, I caught sight of Heather stretching on the mat, her signature golden locks pulled back into a severe ponytail. Today, she got to enjoy two roles that she didn’t deserve: cheer captain and combat management intern at once. She’d be doing her little cheer dances during the breaks and tending to the warriors when she wasn’t doing that. I failed to understand how anyone could properly juggle both, but I knew it was no use arguing. As if feeling my gaze on her slender body in her cheerleading uniform, she looked up. Her gray eyes met mine from acros

“Today’s what they call the unveil. They basically introduce new cheerleaders to the entire school. I’m scared I might make a mistake and ruin the routine. “Oh darling! You look amazing. And I think you’ll nail it. oh I wish I could come see you, but I guess it’ll be weird to have your boss’s wife out for something like that. Plus I made plans with Wynona today.” “That’s fine, Mae, maybe you can come to the next game? If I didn’t flop cheerleading in this one.” “It’s a deal then.” I affirmed. “And you can do this.” “So can you.” She countered. “I don’t have a choice.” “Running away scared is always available.” “Well we’re not doing it.” I offered to drive her to school and she accepted. “You

Like I said, living the good ole' life. "We'll hit 'em fast, we'll hit 'em hard, us Forest Hills Bears are warriors!" Our cheer team chanted, swinging their hips in their pleated green and yellow dresses while waving around the matching pom-poms. Across the other side of the sports field, the Whitevale cheer team were all dressed in blue and white, giving their boys the same motivational boost. "We're mighty! We're crazy! We're never, ever lazy! We'll beat you! Defeat you! Our Alpha could even eat you! He'll cover you in hot sauce, cuz we're the best at lacrosse. Gooo Wolves!"

I hear she has a fancy house in one of those popular estates and she stays alone. The field goes quiet as the cheerleaders of the other team troop in. The other part of the field erupts in a cheer. Whistles blow. Claps and hoots ripple through the stadium. They finish their routine and Carlton’s High cheerleaders take over. I push two fingers into my mouth and blow aggressively when Amelia walks in with the other cheerleaders. She is graceful in her uniform. I don’t stop clapping until they finish.

She announced and we all clapped and cheered for her dad even though we knew he could not hear us. “Now,” Hilary began again and everyone was quiet and attentive towards her. “Our uniforms are going to be ready by Thursday so if you haven’t sent in your measurement you probably should. If you’re late then I’m cutting you out of the team.” There was a murmur going around and once we saw again that she was not smiling, we became serious again. “Being a cheerleader of Fort Haven High comes with a lot of prestige. Any social blunder and you are definitely out. No one better pull one stupid thing like what happened with that Bella who could not handle her liquor.” Hilary said.

“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.”

Track and field, swimming, diving, competitive cheerleading, gymnastics, and rock climbing are the only ways we can compete without risking injury to humans, or exposing our secret. Today, Silas joins me on the outdoor track for high hurdle practice. As we run through our warm-up drills, my eyes drift over to the stadium turf. Bella and the rest of the varsity cheerleading squad are running routines. She’s a flyer. Watching her get tossed into the air, I chuckle to myself, wondering if she actually followed my orders to the letter. If she isn't wearing anything under that tiny skirt, the male cheerleaders basing her are in for one hell of a show every time they look up. "Why are you chucklin

Solene's pov. “You are?” Mallory asked Becca, still sitting with poise and confidence. Becca flipped her blonde hair backwards the way she always does whenever she wants to show off. “Becca Flynn, head of the cheerleading squad and the queen of Brooklyn high school.” That line never gets old with her. Mallory inhaled. “Hmmmph, noted, now will you get your sorry excuse of an ass out of my way.” I slapped a hand on my face, what does Mallory think she's doing?

At this point, every demand from him is annoying, and every moment we spend together feels like an obligation. After I've brushed my teeth and thick hair, I put on my cheerleading uniform and head down the stairs. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Nevaeh Rivera; I'm a senior at Arcata High. I am the cheerleading team captain, dance, choir, president of the student council, and Social Committee. Let's just say that I'm a very busy girl. I live in a small town called Arcata, located in California. My dream is to be a writer, so I'm super smart. My greatest assets are my long brown hair and deep golden eyes. I've been told that my hair has a natural wave to it that girls go to the salo