Being a cheerleader was hard work. Having to constantly be on your feet, knowing when and when not to throw the girl up in the air, then having to time it with the music THEN if you were the girl who was getting thrown in the air, you had to worry about the girls below you spotting you properly so you didn't hit the ground. Not only was this female a cheer leading captain, but she was also the volleyball captain, which meant that she had better keep that grade point average up and higher than usual, otherwise she could quite frankly fail. Which was the reason why she was in this easy to pass class, rolling her eyes up at the ceiling because Floral Design really shouldn't be considered a class. Designing flowers in pots to make them look something of pretty? Please.
The blonde female was the proper definition of a cheer leading bombshell, curvy and running more things that your social status definitely couldn't even dare take care of. The female was at the top of the social ladder, and fortunately, she had no intention on leaving there. Smiling to herself, the honey blonde Samaire Park watched as the overly eccentric teacher stepped into the classroom, seeming flowing in as though she had just gotten high in the greenhouse before coming to class. Crossing her naturally tan legs, her green eyes followed the teacher around the room, almost wanting to scream out already that she needed to get out of this class, looking out the window at the pretty spring, almost summer weather that had caused her to wear shorts today. [/list:u]
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