Softball Cheers Novels & Stories

Loudly. Every time Marcus touched the ball, her voice cut through the gym. “Go Marcus!” or “Yes! Look at that form!” She clapped hard, laughed at his plays, stood up during fast breaks like she was at an actual game. Her hazel eyes stayed locked on him, that nice smile never fading. It wasn’t over-the-top in a fake way. It was genuine and supportive. The kind of cheering that made the whole team glance over and smile—some of the lowkey wishing to be at the recieving end of the smile. It pissed Ethan off all over again.

Effney High won by 20 points, brutally beating their opponents so badly. "Yes, it's the time I've been waiting for," says Lucas with a small shove to my shoulder. The Hot Shot cheerleaders are making their way to the court to celebrate their team's victory in cheer. Lucas then leans forward to a dark-haired guy, giving me the impression that he's looking for trouble. "I can't wait to see Amber dance," he says, loud enough for him to quickly regain his posture with a cocky smirk. I observed the guy's jawline tightening in anger right before he moved to another seat, away from us.

It could only make sense that way. "Welcome to the team, future cheerleaders! Embrace the spirit, the cheers, and the camaraderie. Let the pom-poms represent your enthusiasm, and may your jumps be as high as your dreams. Together, we'll bring pep and energy to every game. Are you ready to shine and cheer as one?" Lia said, her voice somewhat too cheery. Then her gaze locked on mine longer before she nodded. "Step forward, Kelani Redwoods." I was stunned. I could swear it was the first time I heard my name on Lia's lips without the word bitch, slut, or whore attached to it.

she smiles before standing up. The freshmen came back all in their black short cheer dress and the subs in a red one. "Line in three"Luan yelled and they did. "All you say after me. T-I-G-E-R-S! WHAT ARE WE! TIGERS! WHERE WE FROM! EASTERN VIEW HIGH! WE ARE THE EASTERN TIGERS! THE BEST,OH YES! DON'T MESS WITH US BECAUSE YOU ARE GOING TO GO DOWN THE MUD! GO EASTERN!!!!!"I yell and do a back flip.

The other team scores a try again. They sprint down the field, the soles of their cleats slicing through the slick grass, and one of their players slams the ball down with an aggressive finality. The wet turf splashes up beneath him, droplets scattering like shattered glass under stadium lights. It happens so fast, I barely have time to blink. We’re getting our asses kicked. And they thought having us here would be motivational. But maybe… it still could be. “Girls,” I say, turning around to face the group, catching the disheartened expressions on their faces. “We need to cheer them on.”

The gym was full of energy. The rhythmic thump of basketballs against the polished hardwood floor echoed loudly, creating a steady beat that was nearly drowned out by the enthusiastic, wild cheers erupting from the students packed into the bleachers. Ariel, standing among her cheer squad, felt the adrenaline surge through her veins. Her arms were raised high, the pom-poms flying as she shouted the familiar chant, her voice joining the collective roar: “Let’s go Panthers! Let’s go!”

I called out as I got up from the chair I was sitting on. We walk out of the girls locker room and run to the right side of the field. "Give it up for Woodbridge's cheer team." The crowd begins to get riled up. "The Red Angels." The announcer says and we begin running to the field. Some of the girls were doing cart wheels and shaking their pom poms like crazy. We do a few more tricks then run to the box between the goal line and the 20 yard line. We continue hyping up the guests.

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?"

My heart is constantly humping and I’m at the edge of my seat, my right foot bouncing in anticipation. Ah! The taste of victory was exhilarating. Hannah seems to have screamed her voice away. Kyle shoots the balls once more and the receiver sprints like the wind and before I know it the Hawks score another touchdown. The screams are deafening. “Whooo!” Sam puts two fingers to his lips and blows a piercing whistle, he wasn’t the only one. The cheerleaders on the side of the field do cartwheels and summersaults cheering loudly and waving their pompoms.

she asked, crossing her arms over her big chest. "Are you stupid?!" I shouted at her. "I'm going to move the party next week. Winning this game is more important to me. Do you hear me, Bailey?!" "I can't believe this," she cried out. "You're breaking our cheerleader's oath." "No, I'm not breaking any oath. Didn't you hear what I said? I'm just going to move the party next week." "Wait!" Tiana spoke between our banter. "I don't think there is a cheerleader's oath. This is my first time hearing about this. Is there really an oath?"