Maya
I was at cheerleading practice— my favorite place to be. Exercise created endorphins, and I was addicted to it. I had been active my whole life. There was nothing better than muscle pain after training hard, the feeling of adrenaline in my veins and the feeling of being alive.
I had been a cheerleader in school and in college. I had auditioned to be a part of the Florida Sharks Cheerleading Squad, and by some miracle, they accepted me. I’d started training with them last week.
“How are you fitting in?” Dina asked me when we took a water break.
“Oh, I think I’m getting the hang of it,” I said. Dina was the coach who had overseen the auditions. She had insisted they take me.
“You look like you’re managing,” she smiled.
I nodded, “The training is a little more intense than I’m used
