Cheer Descriptive Writing

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

Im going to be honest, I was terrified when I looked at the packet that said “What does my book choice say about me?”. I was worried that I might not be able to relate to the book, as I find it hard to even read books and understand them in the first place. I saw the title In Darkness and being the person I am, thought “Hey, In Darkness, sounds like it’s about depression, I can totally relate!” but then proceeded to wait till the middle of the summer to even pick a book. My friend had read all the books on the list and thought I might like In Darkness, saying how there was blood and violence which might help keep me interested, and trusting her, I got the book.

I stood on a large blue mat, looking to my left and right at all unfamiliar faces. I stared forward at the unfamiliar white wall. The coach shouting out terms I didn’t understand. What was I doing here? Everyone seemed twice my age, and twice as better, like they belonged here. This was my first time ever at a cheerleading practice; I didn’t know what to expect. I was eight years old and just wanted to make friends; standing here I felt alone and scared. My mind was telling me I should leave, this wasn’t for me, but my feet wouldn’t budge.

This experience truly defined who I became and who I am now as a leader. I

Kayla knew that within one month, her and her Junior Peewee squad of eleven would be traveling to Orlando, Florida to compete in America’s largest cheerleading competition of the year. Just the thought of moving on to nationals was exciting. She knew that she had to practice hard until the big day. During her stay, she went to Magic Kingdom with her family, and ate at Rainforest Cafe. One of her most interesting occurrences

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Your Honor, Sir. Breana’s proudest moment as a person is when she obtained an honor roll certificate last year. She had a hard time with understanding the teacher, but she slowly and gradually grasped the concept. Her hard work paid off as she got all A’s and B’s. Breana’s strenuous time with her school’s curriculum made her feel very angered, but she pushed herself to the limits and ended up having the joy of spectacular

The lights are shining as bright as the sun, it’s seven o'clock as the football team is about to come out. As the football team comes out we are yelling C-K-H-S. The game gets started and it is all fun in games . Halftime roles around and the boys are up 12-0 but her feet start to hurt and her cheerleading costume starts to get uncomfortable as it is a little too tight and super itchy. She's known as the pretty one that does well in school and gets good grades. The one that all the boys go after but always has a boyfriend. The one who has two older brothers that are popular and strong.

I see the barn with the green painted 4-H clover at its top, I smell the fresh, dewy grass, and I hear the sounds of anxious campers asking questions about what the week has in store. Hearing the kids’ voices all around saying “What’s that?” and “Look at that!” makes my heart smile. These kids have no idea what a great week we have in store for them and I hope that I can help make their experience one they will not soon forget. The other teens and I have been training and preparing for months, just to make this one week amazing for these kids. Leading the kids toward Ratliff Hall, they are all looking around amazed by their surroundings. The door opens and we enter, the camp staff greets us by chanting and singing. This is a sound like no other that I have waited all year to

It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task, but I knew I could accomplish it.

My apprehension only seemed to grow as the time dragged on. Suddenly, I heard our school name. Adrenaline rushed through me as we ran out onto the mats with gaudy smiles on out faces. The music thundered behind us as we jumped, stunted, and danced. It felt like it was over in a heartbeat. The experience as a whole left me utterly exhausted; so much in fact that when it came time for awards, I was quite frankly too worn out to care. We had done our best and there was nothing we could do to alter our fate at that point. Still, I couldn't help but attempt to play back our performance in my head. "We were nowhere near as natural or well put together as the other teams." I muttered. As it turned out, I was correct. We placed last in our

My Black heels sunk into the turf as I walked down center field, a crowd of 6,000 overflowed the aluminum bleachers towering before me. Pungent flowers of bright blue and gold are cradled in my arms, and an itchy vibrant blue sash is placed over my head. “Homecoming Princess 2013” is scrawled across in elegant cursive that shimmered beneath the blinding stadium lights. “Sophomore princess, Brianna Moynihan” echoed over the speakers; every teenage girl’s dream had become my reality.

When I do wake up, and I do go to school, however, I find myself staring at the walls as I walk to my first class, as if transfixed by the sudden transformation of antiquated green lockers to glass barriers that safeguard the fifty- or hundred-odd trophies from the caustic, slipshod touch of a teenager’s dirty hand. And what do these golden accolades, of which the school has felt the need to shield from harm’s way, commemorate? Plaque after plaque, medal after medal, trophy after trophy, venerate the sweepstakes won by the varsity orchestra for this many years, or the district football championship won by the junior varsity team in so-and-so year, or even an entire glass case dedicated to the school’s current pom squad, with each of the members’ photos printed in large copies. If you look hard enough, you might find a small section of these trophy cases dedicated to the academic decathlon team, or, even harder, the math and science UIL team. My school, the most celebrated in town for its excellent curriculum, concentrates more heavily on athletics and the fine arts than it does education, the entity that

Cheer team's results are going first. We watch as some teams cry because they didn't place and other teams cry tears of joy for achieving. It's dance teams time now and the tension is thick. We grab each other's hands tightly. “And the Grand Champions of the 2016 ------- is…Paul Laurence Dunbar!” Screams immediately escape our mouths. The captains get up to go receive the trophy and the banner. The seniors are crying and we go around hugging each other. We take turns taking pictures with the trophy and banner. We’ll be getting our shirts and jackets in a couple weeks. My mom congratulates me We have the rest of the day of to do whatever we want, so a group of us decide to go back to change at the hotel and go to the

She takes a seat on her dainty wee stool Daddy had bought for her years back. She lifts her head and looks up at the poster of her and the girls at the end of year dance, beaming like they’re in the spotlight, and the paper stuck up beside it with the heading “A Brighter Pleasantville”. She thinks back to that exact day, the day Pleasantville embraced change. That day will be remembered forever