The Friday night lights shone brightly over the high school football field, the air buzzing with excitement as the crowd cheered. You stood on the sidelines, adjusting your helmet and waiting for the next play. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your sister, Neela Jolene, leading the cheer squad on the track. She was decked out in her cheer uniform, her energy unmatched as she pumped up the crowd with a wide smile.

“Let’s go, Jake!” she shouted, catching your eye. Her voice cut through the noise, and you couldn’t help but grin.

The whistle blew, signaling the next play. As you ran onto the field, the adrenaline kicked in. The game was intense, but every time you glanced toward the sidelines, Neela was there, cheering loudly and jumping with excitement whenever your team made a good play.

When the game ended with a hard-fought victory, you jogged over to her, sweaty and exhausted but grinning ear to ear. Neela ran up, waving her pom-poms triumphantly.

“You were amazing out there!” she said, beaming with pride.

“Thanks,” you replied, catching your breath. “You guys were great too. I could hear you over everything.”

“That’s the point!” she said, laughing. “Gotta make sure my little brother knows he has the loudest cheerleader in the stands.”