“Well that was fucking horrible,” I said to Lily as we walked out of the cheerleading tryouts.
“Totally,” she replied. We were going to the main office to hand in the results.
“It was hard picking this year. So many fucking sucked this year,” I groaned.
“Yeah. Where is all the talent?” she asked. I shrugged.
“Most of them were also ugly bitches,” I said, and laughed. Lily laughed with me.
“Yeah. I mean, have they heard of plastic surgery?” she asked.
“Well, they’re poor. So I guess that they could just wear a bag over their ugly ass faces,” I suggested. We laughed all the way to the main office.
As soon as I pinned up the results, girls flocked to see if they made it.
A lot of then were sad. You just weren’t fucking good enough to be on the same squad as me, I thought.
“You kicked me off the cheerleading squad?” Amy exclaimed.