Love Me Like A Champion
Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse.
“That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!”
The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement.
Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her cheeks. She was beautiful in a bold, fearless way. She clutched her pom-poms to her chest, eyes shining.