The sound of my ringtone cut through the rhythmic clapping of the cheerleaders.
"Hailey, focus!" Coach Laurel snapped at me. She prowled the cheer mats, watching our footwork like a hawk. She was always ready to yell at us for the smallest mistakes.
"Coach," Brie tiredly panted, "you've been drilling us since 6 AM. Don't you think we deserve a break?"
Coach Laurel brought her wrist up to her eyes so she could stare at her watch for no less than two seconds. "Moving on to pyramids," Coach said, completely dismissing Brie.
The girls hopelessly mumbled in defeat. No one moved; they either slumped onto the mats or crouched down to take a break.
"Get in position!" Coach Laurel yelled at us, her voice echoing through the arena.
I sighed before helping some of the girls get back on th
