too much for you? Let me know, so I can add more to it."
I looked at Danielle and smirked. I knew this heifer was going to be trouble because of Michael, but she going to be competition. I could feel it.
I did everything Danielle wanted me to do. I even added some extra moves. While I was doing the routine, Danielle looked at me like I was stripping in front of them. She had her mouth so wide open; I thought it would fall off her face. I looked at her and smiled as I stood in front of her.
"Is there anything else, Danielle?"
"No, that is all," she said softly.
Several cheerleaders looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces.
"I don't think we need to hold any more try-outs; we found our new cheerleader," Morgan Price said as she looked at Danielle.
Danielle looked at Morgan as if she lost her mind.
"I think not. We have nine other girls here who are probably just as good. Thank you, Charlie."
I smiled and went over to Kim and Brandy. The two gave me hi-fives as I sat down beside them.
"You got it, girl," Kim said.
"Danielle can't deny that you have talent," said Brandy.
I smiled and started to watch another girl begin her try-out. It was no brainier. I knew I had it in the bag.
As the last person finished their try-outs, Danielle stood up and went to the front of the crowd of cheerleaders and cheerleader hopefuls. She looked at her clipboard and gave a sigh so huge, I thought her mouth was going to drop open again.
"Well thank you all for trying out. Everyone who did had such amazing talent. Now, I wish I could give everyone a spot on the squad, but I can only grant one. And that spot goes to Joyce Daniels."
I could not believe her! How could she not choose me? And the person she chose messed up on practically the whole routine!
"What is your problem, Danielle? You must not have been watching what we were watching. Charlie Perry had the better try-out," said Brandy.
"It's okay, Brandy." I said.
I got up from the grass and started to walk the opposite way toward the locker rooms.
"That was wrong and you know it Danielle," said Morgan.
"I do not know why everyone is so mad at me? I chose the person that was right for the spot. Charlie was not right for it. I want someone who is a team player, not someone who wants to run the show."
"Like you do," Kim said.
"I agree," Mrs. Catchings, the cheerleaders' coach said. I met Mrs. Catchings in the locker room before try-outs, and she seemed like a nice person. She mentioned she saw some of my cheers when Parker played against Belmont, and believed I would make a great addition to the squad. As soon as I heard Mrs. Catchings 'voice, I turned around to see the scene that was about to unfold.
"Mrs. Catchings, what brings you by?" asked Danielle innocently.
"You, Danielle. I could not help but to hear what was going on. But that is not why I'm here. It is about you and your grades."
I went over to Kim and Brandy and stood by them. I didn't want to miss whatever Mrs. Catchings was going to tell Danielle.
"Do we really have to talk about this in front of the girls? Can't we talk about this later? " Danielle asked quietly.
"No, I will not. You made a promise to me last school year that your grades were going to improve; that's why I let you back on the squad. I talked to all your teachers, and they said that you made no effort to improve your grades this past quarter. Now tell me Danielle, what should I do?"
"I promise I was going to do better in my classes. But I had so much stuff on my plate."
"That is no excuse Danielle. I gave you till the past quarter and I see no improvement. Now, you have to face the consequences. Until you get your grade point average back up, you're no longer on this squad. Now go clean out your locker, Danielle."
Danielle looked at Mrs. Catchings. She let out a loud scream that could terrify a little kid.
"You can't do this Mrs. Catchings! After all I have done for this squad. And what about homecoming?"
"Let us handle that.
I looked at Danielle and smirked. I knew this heifer was going to be trouble because of Michael, but she going to be competition. I could feel it.
I did everything Danielle wanted me to do. I even added some extra moves. While I was doing the routine, Danielle looked at me like I was stripping in front of them. She had her mouth so wide open; I thought it would fall off her face. I looked at her and smiled as I stood in front of her.
"Is there anything else, Danielle?"
"No, that is all," she said softly.
Several cheerleaders looked at each other with bright smiles on their faces.
"I don't think we need to hold any more try-outs; we found our new cheerleader," Morgan Price said as she looked at Danielle.
Danielle looked at Morgan as if she lost her mind.
"I think not. We have nine other girls here who are probably just as good. Thank you, Charlie."
I smiled and went over to Kim and Brandy. The two gave me hi-fives as I sat down beside them.
"You got it, girl," Kim said.
"Danielle can't deny that you have talent," said Brandy.
I smiled and started to watch another girl begin her try-out. It was no brainier. I knew I had it in the bag.
As the last person finished their try-outs, Danielle stood up and went to the front of the crowd of cheerleaders and cheerleader hopefuls. She looked at her clipboard and gave a sigh so huge, I thought her mouth was going to drop open again.
"Well thank you all for trying out. Everyone who did had such amazing talent. Now, I wish I could give everyone a spot on the squad, but I can only grant one. And that spot goes to Joyce Daniels."
I could not believe her! How could she not choose me? And the person she chose messed up on practically the whole routine!
"What is your problem, Danielle? You must not have been watching what we were watching. Charlie Perry had the better try-out," said Brandy.
"It's okay, Brandy." I said.
I got up from the grass and started to walk the opposite way toward the locker rooms.
"That was wrong and you know it Danielle," said Morgan.
"I do not know why everyone is so mad at me? I chose the person that was right for the spot. Charlie was not right for it. I want someone who is a team player, not someone who wants to run the show."
"Like you do," Kim said.
"I agree," Mrs. Catchings, the cheerleaders' coach said. I met Mrs. Catchings in the locker room before try-outs, and she seemed like a nice person. She mentioned she saw some of my cheers when Parker played against Belmont, and believed I would make a great addition to the squad. As soon as I heard Mrs. Catchings 'voice, I turned around to see the scene that was about to unfold.
"Mrs. Catchings, what brings you by?" asked Danielle innocently.
"You, Danielle. I could not help but to hear what was going on. But that is not why I'm here. It is about you and your grades."
I went over to Kim and Brandy and stood by them. I didn't want to miss whatever Mrs. Catchings was going to tell Danielle.
"Do we really have to talk about this in front of the girls? Can't we talk about this later? " Danielle asked quietly.
"No, I will not. You made a promise to me last school year that your grades were going to improve; that's why I let you back on the squad. I talked to all your teachers, and they said that you made no effort to improve your grades this past quarter. Now tell me Danielle, what should I do?"
"I promise I was going to do better in my classes. But I had so much stuff on my plate."
"That is no excuse Danielle. I gave you till the past quarter and I see no improvement. Now, you have to face the consequences. Until you get your grade point average back up, you're no longer on this squad. Now go clean out your locker, Danielle."
Danielle looked at Mrs. Catchings. She let out a loud scream that could terrify a little kid.
"You can't do this Mrs. Catchings! After all I have done for this squad. And what about homecoming?"
"Let us handle that.
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