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Cheerleading Tryouts // The Cheer Diaries, Chapter Six

On Saturday, I promised Skipper that surely she would be ready in time for the cheerleading tryouts on Monday. I said that all she needed was a little practise! Boy, was I ever wrong. On Sunday evening, Skipper was still out in the yard, practising her cartwheels over and over again. “Skipper, it’s dark outside!” I… Continue reading Cheerleading Tryouts // The Cheer Diaries, Chapter Six

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The Secret’s Out // The Cheer Diaries, Chapter Five

The cheerleading tryouts were on Monday, and Skipper begged me to help her practise over the weekend. “Skipper, you know I’m meeting up with Ken!” I cry. “We’ve got a concert! I’m sorry, but I just can’t help you.” “Barbie, I’m desperate!” Skipper looks up at me with dismay. “I need you! I still can’t do one single cartwheel!”… Continue reading The Secret’s Out // The Cheer Diaries, Chapter Five

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It Starts with a Cartwheel // The Cheer Diaries (Chapter 4)

Hi everyone! I’m back with another instalment of The Cheer Diaries! If this is your first time here, make sure to go to the ‘photostories’ section (in the header) so you can read from the beginning! This story is about Barbie and her friends dealing with real-life subjects, such as friends, school, and of course, cheerleading! Anyway,… Continue reading It Starts with a Cartwheel // The Cheer Diaries (Chapter 4)

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Friendship Everlasting, The Cheer Diaries (Chapter 3)

It’s barely passed four in the afternoon when Skipper, Stacie, Chelsea and I arrive to the beach, and yet, the place is packed with people! Sometimes I forget how big Malibu is, until events like these come around and I realise how many people live in one neighbourhood, all squashed together like this. Like Chelsea… Continue reading Friendship Everlasting, The Cheer Diaries (Chapter 3)

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Why Monday Mornings Are The Worst [The Cheer Diaries, Chapter 1]

Ugh, mornings. Don’t you hate them? Monday mornings are the worst. If you ask me, asking thirty-three exhausted students to sit attentively in a maths classroom on a Monday morning is a bit like asking your little sister Chelsea to stop collecting unicorn plushies -impossible. My friends make it a bit more bearable, I guess.… Continue reading Why Monday Mornings Are The Worst [The Cheer Diaries, Chapter 1]