#Chapter4

Abby

“You are not helping,” I nearly growl to which Monica giggles. She thinks she is funny. “I wish you were here with me,” I whine.

“Well too bad someone had to take over your teaching of the cheer team. You know that I wasn’t the best person to choose for that right?”

“I know but I figured you would like the extra pay for a week,” I shrug. Monica may be perky, and you would think of her as the cheerleader over me any day, but I was the coach. I had been on the varsity team my last two years in high school and was the only...