• Once upon a time...... oh forget this craap...... lets start with something new.

    Once a long time ago.....no

    One day in the eighteenth century...... okay that was new, but not what im looking for

    Ohh I know

    A light began to shine across a glossy sheen.Puffs of thin plastic were raised in the air as a bright yellow glow flashed, luminating a sea of wide eyes. Mouths were poised to chant and cheer for their home team. The Flying Lions. Then it happened. A harmony of steps and claps, along with glamorous voices mixed with the smiles of soon-te-be-women. All were in perfect step, dancing simoultaneuosly to the music. Then in a heart-beat they all stoped. To see the complete train reck coming towards them. That "Reck" was me. Yep I, Natasha Smith, made a complete fool of myself. But Before I tell you what I did, You might want to her the whole story.

    ------REWIND------

    " NahSha, Get me my lip gloss"

    "Erggg! Only If you stop Calling Me that!!"

    "Fine"

    I had no choice but to hand her her Mocha Coca Make-Me-Choka lip gloss, which I knew was a disaster waiting to happen. I watched as my little sister Smeared it all over her face (which was how she applied makeup).

    "Thanks TaNaSha"

    "Holy craap!! Just say My real name NA-TA-SHA"

    I walked out of that room with my pisssed off attitude, just in time to see my Dog hummping my favorite stuffed animal. From then I could tell that it was going to be the worst day of my life.

    After that, hmmmmmm....lets see....... I had my foot ran over by a bike, the bottom of my favorite pair of sneakers fell off, I missed my bus, oh and my baggy jeans ripped in the back. Then I got to school.

    I passed by every locker waiting for some evil omen to appear or for the grudge to attack me, but to my luck I survived the walk to my locker. I listened to the heavey clicking noise that seem to become gradually closer. To my surprise the clicking became so loud it felt like thunder. Click Click Click Click......CLICK. Then Suddenly, it stopped. I Slowly turned my head and ,to my suprise I saw my best friend.

    "Oh.....My.....God! Macey what happened?"

    Macey's hair was a thick dyed blonde, tied into long luxorious braids that hung down her back. She wore a short jean skirt and tight purple tube top, along with her three-inched-heel knee high boots of death.

    "So, Do you like my new look?"

    I hesitated for a long time. Then Finally I said the lamest thing anyone could say.

    " You look like.......... a cheerleader"

    She stood in silence for two seconds and then grinned so hard it look like she would fall out.

    "Im so glad you noticed!!.....I became a cheerleader yesterday!!.....I made the squad"

    Yep, that was the worst day of my life.

    And from that day on My No-Longer-Emo Friend became The most pesky being on earth.

    'Try out for cheerleading NayNay' 'You need to become more girly TaSha' I felt like I wanted to rip my hair straight out of my head. Then finnally I had to break. I tried out.

    Lights,Camera,Action. The room was a bitter cold (probably from The icey hearts of the judges in the room). All eyes were on me as I walked up onto the stage to display my crazy series of moves. First came falling on my face, Then came the coutinuos craappy cartwheels. Yep, My plan to be awful was oviously taking effect. Then when my Circus music stopped I Ended with an offbeat Half split, and fell onto my side.

    Then came the heart-breaking moment that told me that my plan had been a complete failure. A thousand (or more like three) tounges applauded and burst into a good kind of laughter.

    " Congratulations Namara Smeth......You are our new Flying Lions Mascot!!"

    "Oh My Freakinn God!!....My name is Natasha Smith"

    And Now we Are Back to the Present. Each and Every Cheerleader is waiting. Pom Poms Raised, Head Held High, Waiting for me. Then it happened. I came out In a full body paint, with a yellow polyester mane on my head, and a tube top with short short short shorts (yes they were that short). A crowd a wolf whistles and papers with guys phone numbers rained down on me. I spread out my black costume wings and started flapping around the room then i leaped high in the air. The cheerleaders caught me and then flung me into a five foot tall baby hoop, that they rolled into the court. I landed face first, dangling with my B-U-T-T straight in the air.

    And so This is the end to my totally embarassing Story. And Like I have said before......Happy endings are over-rated.