Grace
I stretch my arms, then bend over to do the same for my legs. I hate this part of cheer practice, but I know better than to skip it. I"ve woken up with a cramp in the middle of the night too many times to know that it"s necessary, even if I don"t want to do it.
hate"All right, fall in line everyone," Zara calls.
I look to my left in time for Krissi to hurry to a stop beside me, out of breath.
I raise an eyebrow. "And where have you been?"
"I was saying goodbye to Jeremy," she responds, gesturing towards the sports field where the rugby team seem to be getting ready for practice.
"You"re going to regret it later when you"re aching," I mutter.
"Worth it," she says. "And I"ll just shift."
"You hate doing that." Especially because she has a tendency of falling over whenever she t
