i don’t know what looks worse,
my boyfriends black eye or the thumb prints i have from stacy mckellin permanently dented into my skin when she tries to lift me for one of our stunts, but i can definitely tell you that we’re going to be a sight next saturday at the dance. that is, if i don’t get suspended for knocking her out in her strange run for team captain now that there’s a vacancy.Â
at this point, i’m ready for basketball season to end just so i can be put out of my misery. seventeen girls without a leader, even with garland back, is so chaotic i’m at the point of losing my mind and throwing all their duffel bags in the dumpster if they don’t stop whining and bitching about how they have to actually like, force themselves to do the work for cheer. it’s almost like they only did it to bang hot dudes and not for the actual exercise and stunts we put together.