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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">  There were just <i>so</i> many difficult things to being a cheerleader. For instance, the ability to be able to be a spotter and a flyer, or maybe even a flyer, base, and a spotter. No, this female was a flyer. The girl that got tossed in the air and was able to do a tight, coordinated flip before landing in a supportive nest of girl's arms. Why yes, that was miss Sonnie Monroe here. Chewing softly on a piece of Hubba Bubba bubble gum, the sour watermelon flavor was starting to fade away, the female walking to her sixth period where just yesterday, she had brought up a toying idea to the football players and cheerleaders that dwell within that class. <br/>
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Truth be told, no one else really mattered as far as Football matters went, because really, what was the point of telling a nerd about something like that? She hadn't really thought anything of it, although today being the day of the big game, evidently a few of the football players had taken her seriously and a set of her friends were not too happy about the 'If they win' aspect of it. Apparently, sex was only better if you showed a bit of leg and flashed something rather than it being out of a joking bet. Rolling her light brown eyes up to the ceiling, the curvy figure of the cheer leading captain moved down the hallway, smiling softly at a few 'Hello's from freshmen who upheld their name in a rather annoying way, still chewing silently on her gum. <br/>
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Blowing a bubble once she reached the economics class, it might as well have been a free, easy grade, despite having to constantly and randomly bring books to class, the fire haired girl glanced out the large windows, the April weather just <i>begging</i> for the football game to start. Full lips pouting softly, Sonnie moved to her seat, knowing that soon enough she would be surrounded by her friends, her smooth legs crossed just lightly and she ignored the stares that were directed toward her. Sonnie was a catch, a different sort of catch to say the least. She was a red head, a natural red head, but it was a vibrant red, with light brown eyes and freckles splashed across her upper cheekbones, her lightly sun kissed skin was thanks to the hours upon hours of cheer leading practices called on weekends. Cargo black shorts that stopped at the middle of her thighs, there was an impatient tick within her as she popped her gum for the umpteenth time since it had been in her mouth.[/list:u]</li>
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