Chapter Text
“So which will it be Eretria?” Mr. Elessedil commanded.
Eretria scowled as she went over her options. There was no way she could take the expulsion. Her foster father would be pissed and she didn’t want to deal with him any longer than she had to. But school activities involved being a team player- which she is not. Even ignoring that, her options weren’t anything cool. Like lacrosse or soccer or even basketball. It was cheerleading, chess club, or the glee club. Definite no on the last. While she was good at manipulation, chess had too many rules. Which only left one option.
“I guess I’ll do cheerleading” she choked out. She watched the principle reach down behind his desk and then stand, walking around his desk.
“Here’s your uniform and pom poms,” he said as he dropped them into her lap. “Amberle will fill you in on whatever else you’ll need to get. First practice starts at 3 pm. I will know if you’re late.”
“Go Eagles” she replied sarcastically as she stood and stuffed what he gave her into her bag.
“Who knows, maybe you’ll like it.”
Eretria snorted. “And maybe I’ll be valedictorian.”
She smirked at Arion, the lovely principal, as she walked out of the office. Now she just had to make it to her locker before- RRRRING!
“Shit.” She hurried toward her locker, shoving her way through the crowd hoping not to run into one of her friends. Seeing her whole crowd headed towards her, she changed route and ducked into the bathroom. Standing behind the door, she waited until she heard the last sounds of footsteps. Peaking out to see the halls were clear, she made her way toward her locker. Grabbing her homework for classes she actually cared about, she slammed her locker door shut and headed towards the gym. Walking in, she saw the radio used for music but not the usual 16- well 15 since Ashley broke her leg which is who Eretria was filling in for- cheerleaders in short shorts.
“What’s your shoe size?” a familiar voice asked.
“What?”
“What’s. Your. Shoe. Size?”
Turning around, she slowly looked up Amberle’s body before meeting her eyes.
“8, Princess″ she answered with her usual nickname for her. She smirked when Amberle gave her the usual annoyance glare.
“Change into your uniform while I’m gone” she commanded before disappearing into the locker room.