Stretch, cheer, stunt. Stretch, cheer, stunt. Stretch, cheer, stunt. Not today, today is stretch, stunt, cheer. It’s the last practice of the year for cheerleading for the last game of the year which is going to be a fundraiser game. Why would they change it now? After stretching they take one of the 8th grade stunt groups and try what’s called a tick tock. I’m really unsure on how its going to go, after they try it a few times and give up it’s my turn, this is going to be a train wreck, the stunt they are doing seems to be a college level stunt, i really hope no one gets hurt. My hands sweaty and hot we get up into the stunt and i’m shaking. The first time was okay but my first base hands were to sweaty and I fell out of her hands but was …show more content…
I can’t wrap around my mind what has just happened, it all went so quick. My head throbbing my heart rate quickly picks up once I catch my breath, I start to huff and puff. Instead of helping me the coach heads out to go get the rest of the team , transfixed on me as they enter, mouths wide open and eyes wide, they all stand there in disbelief when coach tells them what happened, they begin to whisper about what is probably about me. The lights blare down on me messing with my eyes, i’m positive I have a concussion. When my back hit the ground, since the impact was so big it made me flip in the air and hit my head on the floor. I’m just laying on the floor with everyone around me just staring at me, thoughtfully one cheerleader runs to go get some wet paper towels to put on my head. As she comes back she dims the light. “Does anyone have her mom’s phone number,” Someone asks, but i don’t know who. “No, what about on her phone, does anyone know her password?” No one does, the point of having password is so people stop getting on your phone. The band teacher comes over and starts to call my mother who would be just arriving at home. Another girl sees that i’m sweaty from the heat in the unairconditioned building and stupidly …show more content…
My friend stares at me and i stare back, it’s almost like were talking through our mind. She knows what i’m thinking and tells everyone to go away and leave me alone, I am so grateful. I’m thinking about quitting because it takes awhile to get out of a traumatic brain injury and i would never be able to go back up in a stunt because they have proved they are not responsible for me being up in the air. I go to my classes and it’s a pretty normal day except the part where i can’t get on my computer, or where all the lights bother me and every single noise. When we get home all i do is sleep, I can’t catch up on my work because most of it is on the computer unless the teacher was kind enough to give me paper copy, which most did, i did that. What a crazy, out of control