Narrative
Every high school team has at least one rivalry and mine is the ?. The cheerleading team is an especially huge rivalry because a former coach of ? is now a judge for competitions. It seems every time we have competed we always got trashed on and place way lower than we should. In my senior year I finally learned a way to deal with the disappointing and reoccurring news of not getting the place we should have. After placing fifth to a bunch of worthless teams in my last competition ever all I could do was laugh. I finally realized that no matter how good our routine was we would never receive the recognition we deserved. We should just be happy knowing we had a flawless, entertaining, and difficult routine. It was the morning I had been waiting so long for finally after months of long practices it was the cheerleaders time to shine. We met at the high school at eight o'clock am, with our heads held high. The seniors gathered around to talk to the underclassmen about the confidence we had in them. ?, the team captain, informed the team that this would be my final competition ever. Of course they were all confused because this was only the fall season and we still had the winter season to compete. I explained how I was going on vac
" We started to practice our routine. The announcer began with single awards then went on to the results. I couldn't just sit there knowing this would be my last competition and not say anything. The bus arrived at nine o'clock am and that's when all the excitement and fun started. Once sturdy the flyer's free foot comes up and rests beside the knee, balancing on one leg. I stood up and started laughing at the judges decision. The results had come in and all the girls huddled within their teams. The team understood although they wished I was kidding. All of our stunts went up sturdy and the fliers all were smiling. After three crackers everyone except ?spit them all over the bus. The announcer came over the intercom and said "? your up in 15 minutes. One group's flyer (?) wasn't sturdy and fell right on top of the girl holding her (?). After that our faith was restored and we realized we had done the routine a million times and we could hit everything. We were all confused on how those awful nameless teams beat us.
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