Food…. It’s so inviting… filled with so many flavors…. To bad if you eat it you will die a slow painful death that involves your stomach to be torn to pieces….. Only me? danm.

Jah…. Great thing about being a half angel or whatever you want to call me at the moment is that food is not a necessity for this body to live. Which is great because I don’t have to waste hours of my life eating but sucks when you smell something wonderful.

Blah.

but seriously some of these kids need to learn to eat. God. There’s this jock who stuffed 3 hot dogs in his mouth at once….

Ok… focus…

“Hi…. Your Ashley right? The new girl who transferred from Jacksonville High?” a curvy green eyed Latino in a cheerleading outfit questioned.

More like I just fell out of the sky.

I got up out of my seat and smiled. “Sure am.”

She smiled as her eyes grew a shade darker.

Yup… she has already been corrupted…. Danm that would have been fun.

“Well… because you’re new I would like to invite you to sit at our table. You seem like one of us.”

I shrug and nod.

Whatever floats your boat.

I follow her to their table and take a seat beside her. “I’m Madison by the way.” She grinned and pointed toward a mixed girl with red tips. “That’s Sherry.” Sherry nodded and continued staring at a boy across the quad. “She’s co captain.” She looked back at me. “Do you cheer?”

I could cheer…. How hard can it be?

“Used to.”

“Great! We need a new member because Alice broke her arm.” A curly red head girl’s head shot up and stared at Madison.

“But….”

Madison raised her hand and then locked eyes with me. “Meet us after school right here and we can see what you got.”

Fuck tastic.

The bell rings and I quickly dart away from Madison.

I decided to skip 5^th period and head to the library so I could use the internet and remember some lame routine found on YouTube or something.

Being a cheerleader wasn’t on my to do list but it might get me to find this ‘Spencer Carlin’

And yes I just did air quotes to myself. Deal with it.