#Chapter 67: His Cheerleader

Rowena

The cheer competition finally came to its climax as Heather’s squad executed a flawless final routine, the petite blonde sailing through the air in a series of dizzying twists and turns before being caught by her teammates in a perfect cradle catch. The crowd roared with excitement, and I found myself slowly clapping along, torn between my obligation to show support for our camp and the nagging distaste I felt towards Heather herself.

As the cheers died down, the announcer’s voice boomed through the loudspeaker once again. “What an incredible display from both camps! But as you all know, only one squad can claim victory. The judges have made their decision…”

He paused for dramatic effect, clearly relishing the tension in the air. I rolled my eyes—the pageantry of it all was so ridiculous.

Still, I couldn’t deny the tiniest swell of pride I felt as he finally announced, “...And the winner is Camp Laurel!”

Our side of the bleachers exploded into thunderous applause and victorious