Authors Note ; I wrote this so that everyone would know that Cheerleading is a sport and is not to b taken lightly . This is a true story.
It was a mucky day , driving up the large hill. With many civets in the long drive. Circling around to the high school parking lot. Sticky hot weather , sweating even before cheer. You know I love the way my hand moves through the wind, out the window ; to the beat of sound. Sometimes I wonder what I would do without music. I had missed my alarm this morning causing me to miss my home game for cheer. I see all my so called Sisters waiting for more people to arrive. Right when the car comes to halt , I jump out and run into a swarm of hugs.
After conditioning and about 1,000,000 cheers. We moved onto stunting. I’m a pro at baseing elevators . I live for, I guess throwing girls my age in the air and catching them. But this time it was different. I was in my stance for an elevator but , she fell. I went to catch her but stepped funny. It felt like my knee cap popped out. I didn’t know what to do I just stood there, my feelings were mad and then I realized that this is serious and not to worry about that aspect.I had torn my MENSCUIS
Now it is about 2 months later and I’m still out of gym. Going to physical therapy . Watching my bestfreinds doing what they love. But I’m sitting out alone. Out of Competition, just watching everything form in front of my eyes. It’s really sad, I feel like I let everyone down. But I have to keep my head up and show everyone I’m ok , I will get them next time.
-Klaire Ledger
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