Sarah leaned against a nearby wall, out of breath, wondering if she was sick. she felt tired and her feet felt like lead weights. Still, she'd forced herself to finish the drill and was paying for it.
Melissa Smith came over. "What's wrong, Sarah? You look horrible."
"Must be getting sick," she said.
"You'd better go see the school nurse," she said. "We can't have a cheerleader down, not with Tiffany out."
"I think..." she gasped, "I'll just rest here for a minute first."
"Okay. Did you see Gladys Brewer?" Melissa asked. "I never would have guessed...she must be pretty muscular...I mean, to move like she does. I heard Coach say she was thinking about putting her on the squad."
"You mean that blob is going to be a cheerleader?" Sarah said. "Is Coach blind?"
"She's good. If we say no, her parent would probably sue. Besides, she isn't that bad. At least she isn't sweating like a pig," Melissa said, walking away.
Sarah looked down. Her shirt was drenched in sweat and she'd barely done anything. She stumbled to the nurse's office to lie down.
