Creative Writing: The Cheetahs

Tensions were high. Her nerves were frazzled. The crowd was quiet, waiting to hear the name of the team who was to move on to nationals. Only two teams in the division would be moving on. The crowd went wild as the announcer said, “And moving on to the 2009 Cheerleading Nationals will be the Kankakee Valley Kougars!”

“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.

Kaitlin is first, followed by Jill, Adriana, Nicole, and Courtney. We all wear the same black clothing, looking the bit the rogues we are. I grin and we hug each other, celebrating that the troops were awful shots and that we had all survived the "dangerous" encounter. Were any of us truly in fear? No, of course not. Therefore, we prepare for the night, making camp and sitting under the stars in the clearing as night falls around us like a protective shield. We don't dare risk a fire, the troops might detect it, but it is a warmer night anyways.

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

When I am away, the deep sapphire sky is no more Replaced with dark and stormy clouds that resemble depression The plantation and scenery run past my eyes, no hint allusion For its beauty is the sole reasoning behind my overruling obsession Just look at the wildflowers, multi-coloured and swaying in the wind The waratah, the kangaroo paw and the good ol' desert pea

So if you’re riding a strapping 4 or 5-year-old, keep in mind that his skeleton isn’t fully mature yet! He might not grow visibly bigger, but his body is still developing into its adult form and that may continue until he’s past his 6th birthday. So be careful not to yank his neck or slam on his back. Horses whose backs are still fusing are more vulnerable to back injuries and structural damage from riding.

“Allyah, stop stuffing your face, we cannot be late.” Zulie squealed as she rushed towards me.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

“Ok Audrey, here’s what we gotta do…” said coach Kay, “We are tied Audrey, and we need you to smack it out of the park! If we lose, we won’t win the Softball Tournament. You’re team is counting on you...”

When it was about a week before the track meet, Chloe’s leg started to get much better. Chloe was able to walk on her own and in a few days, was even able to run. Her leg continued getting better and better until she was pretty much ready to run in the track meet.

The lady slowly turns around and I glare into her bloodshot eyes as she mutters, “Oh silly little girl, you are not going home

“We’re finally here!” exclaimed my younger cousin as we sat in our seats. The U.S.A Women's soccer team were about to come out. My family were all tingling with chills running from our heads down to our toes. The crowd stood up in silence. Then, the soccer team ran out of the locker room and everyone went wild.

"Robin! Artemis! Evasive actions and support! Miss Martian, check on your teammate! Rest of you, split up and search for any more! The Count is