Dionne
I stood in front of my mirror, practicing some cheerleading moves I’d been working on for the past week. The room felt smaller with every step I took, but I pushed through it, determined to get everything right. My arm jerked up a little too fast, but I quickly corrected it.
Okay, maybe I was not perfect yet, but I felt like I had gotten the basics right and felt more confident about myself too. Someone suddenly knocked on my door, pulling me from my thoughts.
"Who’s there?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
"It’s me, sweetheart. You have school today," my mom's voice came through the door, soft and warm as always.
I groaned softly, lowering my arms and glancing at the clock. It was already past 7, and I guess I sort of forgot about the time because I've been at
