It was a Saturday, the day after my eighteenth birthday and it started really well. Then it was the pits. After that, I just don't know how to describe what when on.

I've wanted to be a cheerleader ever since I was at school. I'm good at it, but it was always a case of too many girls trying for two few spots. I'm currently on my last semester and will graduate in a few months and I thought my chances of making the team were dead and buried.

I nearly made it. I was first reserve last semester, and am still second reserve for the current semester, but nearly...