Cheer Descriptive Writing

It’s a Saturday morning sometime in November, I get up with a bright, white smile on my face, and I stumble into the bathroom and start curling my hair in the bright hotel bathroom. It’s just a normal weekend for me, waking up, teasing my hair up real big, putting the, what I like to call, “clown makeup” on, putting on my beautiful uniform, which can best be described as a black crop top and a skirt, with silver jewels lining the dark mesh on the arm sleeves, “EXTREME” covering the chest of the top in green and purple and the swirls of green and purple on the skirt along with our logo, the tiki man, grabbing my cheer shoes, and rushing to the competition. Of course, I was late, like always. Tammy would give me the same lecture over and over,

The feeling of the cushiony floor, the big lights beating down and causing beads of sweat to form on my forehead, and the sound of our fans chanting for us somewhere in the abyss of people, got my adrenaline pumping. I think the worst part of competition day is that moment of anticipation, when everybody is quiet and we are waiting for the music to begin so we can show off all our hardwork and dedication. The music starts and we begin our routine. Flipping across the mat, throwing 110 pounds girl to the roof, jumping high, and hitting every motion sharp. Our fans screams of joy as we hit everything perfect keep our adrenaline going, not stopping until the ending pose. By the time the music finished and the routine was over, my heart was pounding, lips were hurting from smiling, and I had beads of sweat dripping all down my face(so much for that make-up). I jumped up and hugged the teammate closest to me and screamed, which could be barely heard from the roaring crowd. We killed that performance! I couldn’t be anymore prouder of the team I am lucky to call mine. We run off the mats, excited about our performance, straight to Tammy who held three pieces of paper, our score