"Mrs. Ryan?" Sara held her cheerleading uniform in one hand and rolled the sleeve of the long sleeve T-shirt with the other. "I need…I need to talk to you."
The English teacher s***h cheerleading coach looked up at her student that stood in her room and pointed to the little chair beside her desk. Alexis Ryan didn't like to put students in desks when they need her for something. Putting the student beside her, rather than in the desk, made them feel more connected to her. She believed in helping students. She wanted to. She was a good teacher.
"Sure Sara. Have a seat."
"I don't need to." Sara said, putting the uniform down on the desk, "I want to um.. I want to quit the squad."
"You want to quit?" Mrs. Ryan leaned back in her chair, holding a pen between her fingers and looking down at
