It was a regular day—except that Kara was dreading every step toward the cheer squad practicing across the field. Faking a cheerful demeanor, she walked up to the squad in the distance. "Hi, I'm Kara, and I want to join the team," she said enthusiastically, only to be met with angry, spiteful glares.
"Yo, Bree, isn't she the girl who's been hitting on your man?" Charlie spat.
Bree eyed Kara up and down in disgust. "Yeah, she reeks of desperation. Gross. She's not even his type."
"She thinks the gods of this school would hang out with someone like her and her ugly friends. It's pathetic," Tara laughed, and the other cheerleaders joined in.
Kara stood her ground, unbothered. "Am I allowed to join the squad or not?"
Bree smirked. "Yeah, see you at tryouts on Wednesday. Can't wait to make your life a living hell." Then, turning back to the squad, she counted, "5, 6, 7, 8."
