Dammit bloody hell; Louise thought to herself, this was so ridiculous why did that stupid bitch queen always have to flex her pert little breasts in shows of her power of femininity?  Then make everyone else do the work. For the love of the heavens Lou had not even wanted to be a cheerleader in the firstr place, she much preferred running,  and hockey, even ballet was preferable, but mother  had insisted that she try out a couple of years ago. For some reason the woman considered it good for social standing.<br/><br/>Yes the exercise was good but it was the freaking politics and popularity contests which really pissed the girl off. As it was Louise knew she was lucky. She came from relatively affluent background, she was pretty, clever and was rather good at sports…so she supposed she did not really have to worry if the princess gang didn’t want to play. However there were, other girls who needed this, and as usual Lou was roped into ‘help’ with the initiation. Something the girl thought was just cruel and pointless.<br/><br/>Perhaps she might be able to convince them to try out next year when Madison would be long gone and then talent would matter. The cheerleader growled in the mirror as she braided her long hair and put on a little lip gloss, feeling nothing but pity for the six lambs…The worst of it was she had to be the bloody sheepdog.<em>Rah fucking Rah!</em><br/><br/>With that Lou adjusted her clothing a little ran her tongue across her teeth did a fake pout in the mirror, then dressing in her full outfit went off to find those who were ready for this pathetic test. She had arranged to meet the other girls, frankly even Maths homework would have been preferable, still Lou had chosen the short straw…or rather someone had made sure she had.<br/>