Sally
As I spun around the field, my pom-poms shaking wildly, I couldn't help but grin. Cheerleading practice was my happy place. But when Coach Maya approached me afterward, her expression was stern, causing the look on my face to change immediately.
"Sally, why didn't you want to come to practice today?" She asked, her voice firm but concerned. "Are you losing interest?"
I could only shake my head. Then, I glanced over at Yvonne, who was watching us with a sly smile, her friends flanking her like loyal minions. My eyes narrowed, and I felt a surge of annoyance.
Coach Maya followed my gaze, her expression softening slightly. "Fine, Sally. But I hope this won't happen again. You're one of our best flyers." She paused, studying me. "Is everything okay?"
I forced a smile, not wanting to
