Personal Narrative Essay On Cheerleading

Have you ever had a feeling that you were meant to do something ? That you couldn’t have been made for any other purpose in this world... For me , that was cheerleading. It was my second year at rochester and I had been in dance but quit when school came around. I felt a little out of place, or maybe more than a little but my cousins went there so I had someone at least. My mom had talked to my aunt and she said that Courtney was starting cheer and I could be on the older girls team as well. Little 6 year old me was scared at first , considering the thought of being with girls 5 years older than I. A panic ran through me, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. “ Give it some thought, “ said my mom “ Court will introduce you and you’ll make friends easy. You are a very sweet girl.” I didn’t answer. Over the course of the next several days I gave it a long hard thought. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do. Having my
Thinking to myself “ How could she do this to me ?” I freaked out and told my mom we had to go back but she wouldn’t budge. She said this would be good for me to see what they were like and that it would help my decision on whether I wanted to do cheer. Once I finished my huge dramatic crying fit, full of the “ why are you doing this to me?“ “ Can’t we just go back?” “I won’t ever forgive you for this!” , was over I ventured inside the house. As soon as I walked in they all rushed over to me. Questions were being thrown at me, left and right. I didn’t know where to start ! Courtney grabbed my arm , took me into the living room and sat me down on the couch. She introduced my to each of the girls “ This is Kenzie , Olivia , Jenna , Lauren .... ect. “ Leaving my with my mind racing trying to place names with faces. Once we settled down and the girls all got a chance to talk to me, I had pretty much set my mind on doing cheer. Now I just had to tell my mom and get this show on the