Novel & Cerita Cheerleader Distraction Free Throw

"Woah, the whole court was shaken to its court. It was bad*ass!" The referee whistled again and gestured, "Go kill them! Woho! Service Ace!" My teammates chorused. I stared at the ball and concentrated. I closed my eyes and visualized that no one is cheering, no one is shouting, there are no other people around me, I'm alone, the target is right ahead. I will crush them. I opened my eyes and I suddenly felt the urge to destroy everyone who tries to cross our path to Victory. I tossed the ball slightly in the air and had a running start and jumped my highest. I swung my right arm with 75% of my strength and hit the ball.

I force a nod and watch as she dashes off toward the other cheerleaders, seamlessly blending in with the coordinated energy of their practice. Their pom-poms glisten under the sunlight as they move in sync, shouts of encouragement echoing across the field. God knows that if I tried that, everyone on that pyramid would be in the hospital. I climb up the metal bleachers, making my way to the furthest end where the crowd is thinner. As I sit down, I give Cali a quick thumbs-up, which she returns before jumping straight into a series of flips. This is one of the reasons I like to avoid coming for her practices. They make me afraid. Why are humans flipping in the air like birds?

Contrary to Shannon's liberated look, Cherrie is wearing her leather jacket and pants that Damian insisted on her to 'cover her up'. Khrystyanna finally got ready as well as Shannon and then she started to relax herself with her concentration towards the delicate neck of her opponent. Shannon can feel the coldness on her neck yet ignores it as she swayed her hips while walking around the mat to 'seduce' the crowd that actually feels so disgusted with her. "It's a duel with our Prez. Why can't she get serious first before swaying her hips flirt-ily and acting like a slut?" "How shameless. Can't she realize that even though Prez is covered by her clothes, her figure is still outstanding to the

This time, he grabs my wrist and guides me back into position with a smirk, like it’s all a game. I step back, chest heaving. The girls are cheering me on behind me, but I barely hear them over the sound of my own frustration boiling over. He doesn’t think I can do it. He’s humoring me. No. Not today. Without giving myself time to second-guess it, I hook my fingers under the hem of the borrowed sports bra and tug it down, just enough to flash skin that I know will distract him. His eyes flick down on instinct and his entire body shifts, just a flicker, but it’s all I need.

Even then, I’d banged my knee on one of the other girls’ shoulders and had a big bruise. Still, part of being a cheerleader is selling it. As we began the cheer, I stepped into position. “Give me a V!” we all shouted, and thanks to Elliott, we got a huge response. “Give me an I!” They all did as instructed, and we did our movements, continuing to spell “victory,” something we would not be getting tonight for sure. On the R, I put my first foot up into Jessica’s intertwined fingers. On the Y, I swung up my other foot over to Rachel. We all shouted “Victory!” and they pushed me up toward the ceiling. I raised my pompons and shouted, “Victory! Victory! SHS!” Holding the pose for a split second,

She asks as she rubs her temples and paces in front of me I've never seen her this stressed before. "What do they need help with?" I ask "Their flips, landings, posture" she says as she taps her fingers to list out the problems "Can I see them rehearse it and make corrections from there?" I ask since I can't agree nor disagree with her since I haven't seen the routine yet "Whatever" she says as she leads me back towards the group of tense cheerleaders "You guys need to relax. Tensing causes hesitation and you can't hesitate during this routine or it'll look unprofessional" I say as I stop in front of the girls

As he reached near the hoop Chau efficiently threw the ball and it went through the basket. A boy caught the ball and passed it to Dae. Dae wonderfully caught it and started running to the opponent hoop tossing the ball. Two of the defenders tried to block Dae but he tricked them by faking to move in left and soon moving in right aiming the hoop. Chau ran beside Dae through the left. As he was about to throw the ball into the basket, Dae slipped probably by the recusant shoe lace or slippery snickers. The next moment Dae was in Chau's arms and the ball went through the basket without touching the ring making the most beautiful sound when only net touches the ball.

He needed room to move. Three seconds. Taylor stood far, far away from the basket. He bent his knees. And he threw the ball—hard, high, like a rocket shooting into the sky. The whole stadium went dead quiet. Charlie squeezed Dawn’s hand so tightly, and they both held their breaths. The ball flew in slow motion in Charlie’s eyes. It spun, spun, up, up, and then it fell… Right through the hoop! Swish! The buzzer rang, and it was game over.

Sophie cheers while everyone looks on in suspense. A member of Casper's team is slammed down and everyone gasped in response, the ball is tossed to number 2 who then throws it long distance to Casper who catches it mid jump and sprints through the other team trying to tackle him, the time is clicking down and everyone's watching with their breaths held; 3.. 2.. Come on Casper you got this.

She directed her teammates in the new stances and cautioned them about timing. I watched as Sienna and Rune, the other head cheerleader, took their positions to start their high-flying routine. “Hey, are you done?!” Someone yelled, and I snapped out of it. “I… uh…” I said, frantically looking around for something to pick up. “Get out of here, you freak!” “Ugh, I swear I can’t escape this girl,” Sienna complained. I picked up my garbage bag and moved to the next session. That was when the football players started to arrive for their morning training session.