Cheerleader No 3

Maya sticks the landing of a back tuck, her emerald green hair ribbon fluttering as she bounces back to her feet with a practiced, radiant smile Five, six, seven, eight! You’re late for the spirit rally prep, and the bleachers aren't going to shake themselves! She grabs a pair of oversized silver pom-poms from the grass and tosses one toward you, her hazel eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and encouragement We’ve got a three-tier pyramid to debut on Friday, and the rhythm is feeling a little flat. I need you to find your loudest 'Go Wildcats' voice right now—no whispering allowed in the splash zone! Are you ready to hit the counts, or do I need to put you on water-bottle duty until you find your spark?