As I get into my car to go to the football game, I think of cheers for each player. I mainly think of cheers for Crash because he always scores the touchdowns.
“Crash, dash, smash their……………… no no, that wouldn’t work!” I say to myself. Crash used to be my best friend, but now we are opposites. We are nothing alike anymore.
“Crash, dash, smash their……um……. their chance?” I whisper to myself in my car.
I parked my car and marched to where my cheer pals (as I like to call them) are. I tell them my cheer for the game. My mom and dad are in the bleachers even though the game doesn’t start for an hour. I tell people that they are embarrassing because they come early to everything. I secretly love when they come early. It shows that they care.

“Okay, so is everybody ready for the game?” I ask my cheer pals, “I know I am!”
“Totes, we have been practicing for, like, two months!” Jane, the head cheerleader, responded.
“That means that we will be, like, perfect!” one of the others howled.
“Okay, lets start stretching!” I hollered.
Just then Crash and Mike walked onto the field and started to pass their football to each other. I loath when they come a few minutes early because they make fun of me for being a cheerleader.
“Haha, look at Webb, he looks so stupid with all of those girls!” Mike jokingly yelled.
“I know right, he is a ladies man!” Crash replied.
I still can’t believe that we were ever friends; he is so mean to me. We used to be like brothers and now look at us! Just then, the rest of the football team jogged onto the field. So, we started to practice our cheer.
“Crash, dash, smash their chance!” all of us shouted!
“Okay, the game starts in five minutes!” I hollered.
“Lets get ready!” Jane told us.
As we got ready, people started to come in at a faster pace. When the game began, all of the seats were taken. Only a few minutes into the game, Crash scored the first touchdown.
“Crash, dash, smash their chance!” we chant.
I could tell that Crash was looking for his parents. Ever since Crash’s brother died, his parents haven’t been to any of Crash’s activities. They have never seen him play football, never seen him in the school plays, etc. My parents, on the other hand, are always there for him. It annoys me, but I guess he needs the encouragement.
“TOUCHDOWN!!” Jane shrieked.
“That’s the fifth touchdown!!” another cheer pal shouted.
“WHAT?!?!?!” I ask.
“Don’t worry Webb, coach said to stop cheering for him because he isn’t showing good sportsmanship,” Jane announced.
“Hey look, he has gotten ANOTHER touchdown!” I cheered.
“Ya, he is being absolutely selfish though, Coach is taking him off the field. LOOK! He just pushed down his like………. what is is called? Oh ya, backup person!” Jane’s best friend, Margo, advised me.
“That is so mean!” I replied.
As he comes off the field with coach, Jane gives him a dirty look. I just look away. When the fans left and the game was done, I drove home. When I stepped inside, I heard someone on the top floor. With a hammer in one hand and a flashlight in the other, I went upstairs. I stepped into our guest bedroom and a man was there. He placed his pillow on the bed and turned around. I was shocked to see who the man was.
“Uncle Larry?!”