"CRIS, WAKE UP!"  My mom shouted at me. 

"I am!" I got out of bed, changed out of my pajamas into my clothes. I brushed my curly, tangled red hair.  I sighed. "Mom, can I just stay home. Pleaseeee?" I begged. She just shook her head and went downstairs. I put on my shoes, grabbed my water bottle then I dashed out the door. I jumped into the car. As we pass all the other houses on Dennis Blvd, I realize something. We have the smallest house, how did I never realize that?  Either way, I don't care about that. I'm happy living in a one story, green, cozy house. We may only have 5 rooms.

  Kitchen, living room, bathroom, my bedroom and my parents bedroom. And that's all we need! Once we arrive, I hop out and walk inside. "Good morning, Coach Sam!" I say to my favorite coach. "Good morning, Crissy!" Coach Sam replied as he walked into the locker room. I head to the locker room and all the girls are setting their bags down. I open my locker and there is a bag with a note on top. "Just a little surprise! - Amelia" When did she decide to be nice? I open the bag, there's a box of cookies labeled "For Mrs. Baker" Now I understand. She just is doing this for my mom. She is just jealous, I'm still confused on what she's jealous of though.

It's not like my mom is famous or anything. She is just friendly! Everyone always gets things for my mom. It's getting annoying, it seems like they are friends with me just to see my mom. Coach Sam walks into the locker room "C'mon girls! It's time to get started!" Everyone rushed into the gym. Luckily, we only have a 1 hour practice. I'm really wanting to go home. We warm-up for 10 mins.  That felt like 17 years! Now the worst part, conditioning. They really expect me to condition for 20 minutes. 

 Then all we basicly do is play for around 15 minutes. Its a bit fun. Just lately though, I haven't had any interest in cheer. "Coach Sam, May I go to the bathroom?" I asked. "Sure thing." Instead of going to the bathroom, I walked into the locker room. I went to my bag and grabbed my phone, I called mom. "Mom, can you pick me up. I'm not feeling well" I don't like lying much, but i'm not going to stay here when I'm bored. Just then my mom, somehow gets there. "Mom." I say "Im getting kinda tired of cheer.." my voice was as squeaky as a mouse. "What?" mom questioned "I thought you loved cheer?" Great.. Now I have to answer 

 questions with mom. After practice mom always takes me to a calm cafe to relax, but all I can think is cheer, cheer, cheer!

I cant stop! I step up to the counter. "Can I have a venti iced mocha with vanilla cold foam, extra caramel drizzle and light ice." Im not what most people call "extra", but when it comes to coffee, I am. I figure now would be a great time to start studying. Thats when I finally get my coffee, that REALLY helps.

My mom, of course. Makes me take a picture for Facebook. I'm not sure if its just my mom or like this for others, but she will always. Whatever chance she gets, post a picture of me on her Facebook. Its SOOOOOOO annoying!

On the car ride home, mom said I have to write C.A (Cheer Athletics) a letter if im going to quit. 

Dear Cheer Athletics

 I would like to sadly inform you, I am leaving, Please tell all the girls I said bye. I hope i made someone happy while here.

Sincerely, Cris Baker.

The next day, I get a letter back. I'm starting to regret it now.. I'm to old to join any other groups... What do I do..?

Dear The Bakers,

Thank you for informing us with the sad news. We hope whatever you do is truly making you happy on the inside. The girls will miss you. Please come pick your belongings up at 10 am tommorow.

Sincerely, Coach Sam, The girls, and staff.

It's been a week since I quit cheer. I'm not sure what to do now. I have spent most of the time thinking about what I will do, what CAN I do? By the time dusk arrives, I have decided this. I will start applying for dance studios! I made myself a format: Dear ________, My name is Cris Baker. I am interested in dancing because, ____________________. I am a retired cheerleader. 

Sincerely, Cris Baker.

I know its not the best, but I tried atleast