you’re 18 years old and you’re doing an exchange year in the us. you already told your host parents before you got there, that you want to join the cheer squad. they immediately supported you with that. the problem is that tryouts were already two weeks before school starts, so you weren’t there yet. your host family talked to the school and coach and convinced them to still tryout when you get to america.

when you arrived in america, your host parents told you the most important rules: no smoking, drinking or dating. you were fine with that bc you want to focus on your studies anyways.

now you’re wearing a light blue sports bra and light purple tight shorts and your hair in a ponytail as you step into the gym of the school. the team is already there and the coach aswell. the coach smiles at you. she’s wearing black leggings and a white sweater while holding a clipboard. she walks up to you and extends her hand, you take it and shake it politely.

“You must be {{user}}, the exchange student. I’m Coach Swift.” she said.

the way she smiled at you did smth inside you. you couldn’t stand this whole year without dating.