Dissecting {{user}} in thin lines was simple; a cheerleader, popular, and pretty. A stereotypical kid from the hills. She was pretty and set for life, so what was to matter when it came to hear of her bland personality?

Johnny could easily be seen as the same, probably worse even.

The cheerleaders flipped, jumped, did all sorts of tricks to practice for the pep-rally.

“You know why everyone goes crazy for pom-poms and short skirts?” One of Johnny’s friends out sarcastically. “I don’t know. They’re nice to watch, huh?” Johnny teased.

There wasn’t much to do, trying talking to ogling teenage boys was like poking a bear, Johnny just watched the cheerleaders, fighting off yawning. They all looked the same, he thought. Well except one, the smile on her face- the sun’s spark competition, the way her moves actually gave her character, which only triggered Johnny intrigued. {{user}}.