Novel & Cerita Unikitty Cheerleading

Katie and Nora stood outside the gymnasium, gazing at the cheerleading squad practicing their routines. They had decided to join the cheerleading team to immerse themselves more in school activities and to hopefully shake off some of the negative experiences Katie had endured. As they walked over, their hearts pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves. The leader of the cheerleading squad, Mandy, spotted them immediately. Her face lit up with a calculated smile. Mandy was notorious for using her position to manipulate new members into doing her dirty work, and Katie and Nora seemed like perfect targets.

Five years of high kicks, spray tans, and bright smiles, but my heart craved more. That “more” came in the form of Nitro Girls — sexier, freer, edgier than cheerleading, blending dance with spectacle. Asha had sent Kimberly, the group’s leader, my audition tape. Kimberly called two days later and said she wanted me. And that’s how I ended up here. Tampa. New city, new stage, new Candy. I’d been a wrestling fan since I could walk, sneaking into arenas, cheering for NWO. And now, my dream man — “Big Sexy” Kevin Nash — wasn’t just a face on TV. He was backstage. Real. Tall. Dangerous. Gorgeous. My crush of years.

She had something to say to us both. I rolled my eyes, and she sat beside me. Something had been weighing on my mind, and I decided to tell her now that I'd had the chance. I let out a deep sigh, then looked at Sally and signed, "Hey, are you going to drop out of the cheerleading team?" Sally raised an eyebrow and signed, "Why?" I explained, "The cheerleading leader, Yvonne, and her friends were saying that you can't be a cheerleader because you can't cheer. You can't talk. They keep talking shit about you and… ugh!"

I smile, wiping a drop of blood from my upper lip, and continue my way. --- "As your advisor, Olivia, there's nothing more I can do," the useless Mr. Kylie was saying. "The majority voted for you to be removed from the cheerleading squad. I convinced them to just keep you out of this one game." "You know you won't make it without me. I organize everything every year; you won't be able to do this without me in just a few days." "The decision has been made; please go to your class now." "Tell your superiors," I stand up from the chair, "that I give my word, no one will show up at the crappy party they'll throw. I can guarantee that."

They were the epitome of the school's elite – Priscilla, Nati, Nicole, and Luci, all members of the revered cheerleading team. Nicole, the self-proclaimed "queen" of the school, stood at the center of the group, her long, blonde hair cascading down her back like a golden waterfall. Her bright, blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her voice husky and confident. Very pretty girls, indeed, but also notorious for their saucy and rude behavior. I recalled the incident last semester, where they had mercilessly bullied and mocked an innocent girl, leaving her in tears. The memory still lingered, a bitter taste in my mouth.

There were only a small number of them entering this secret campus and maybe two looked like football players. A girl nudged her elbow and sat down next to her. “Hey there, my name’s Vanessa, I’m co-leader of the cheerleaders of the Lions, you look like what we’re looking for?” Quinn pursed her lips together looking over the bleached blond in her short flared skirt and tight blouse with a judging glare. “Ah…no offense but…” “You look like the type…” Vanessa rudely interrupted Quinn’s rejection. “Are you a dancer or something?”

I hollered and clapped thrice, the others stomped their feet and clapped twice before doing the same cartwheels and meeting me. "We've got the Bull energy!" They chorused louder. I spun around and walked back to my position. From there, we stomped our feet in a rhythm in an intimidating way that had the other cheerleaders stepping backward. When we moved back, we did with our ass arched before stepping forward and stomping our feet with a few more chants.

The second group for cheerleaders. And the last for people like Dre and half of our class who were neither on the basketball team nor the cheer team. “Ew,” Dre suddenly mutters. “Look at Victor over there, looking at Peyton’s ass.” Her face turns sour, with utter disgust. I follow her gaze. Victor’s supposed to be jogging, but instead, he’s slowed to a near stop—eyes locked shamelessly on Peyton, who’s mid-routine with the cheer squad. Peyton’s extremely short skirt barely qualifies as clothing.

I shot a glare at Hannah who just buffed her nails against her top looking bored. "The judges and I have deliberated at length," he continued, pacing slowly. "The Glitter Girls showed immense technical skill, but the collapse of your final pyramid was a catastrophic failure that we simply cannot ignore." He paused, letting his words sink in. "And the Cheer Chicks while you showed heart and resilience, your routine lacked the polish and precision required to be declared the undisputed winner." "Therefore," Mr. Jordan announced, stopping in the center of the room. "We have reached a difficult but necessary conclusion. The school cannot send a fractured incomplete team to the State Championship

I smile, “Yeah, like fairies and werewolves.” “I love that I’m considered a myth. Makes me feel special.” “Hey, guys,” Zane walks up, holding Luna’s hand. “Hey, Quinn, what do you think about joining the cheer squad?” Luna asks. “We are a girl short. And, I mean, it would be nice to be friends, since our boyfriends are friends.” Quinn looks at me. “Perfect’s old school didn’t have sports, so she is unsure what you mean,” I explain. “Perfect, she is talking about the girls who cheer us on during the games.”