MY STATE COMPETITION

I was worried if we could make it. 

Cheerleading was so fun for me that I could not give up.   But we had to wait for our turn to show off our skills that we had practiced for months.

My coach said that it was not about winning or losing.  She told us that it would be hard to beat more than one hundred people, but we do it by grade level—so we would be fourth to last.

Then I asked my dad if I could have a snack and he said, “Which snack?  I have four.”

“Um…the one that I usually have.  The one that has the purple spots.”

“Oh, that one!” he said. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said to him.

“Good, I want you to be happy.”

“Yep,” I said to Dad.

We were almost up, so we got ready.  Soon it was our turn, so we lined up to go. 

I was so good.  I was the best I could do!  But we only got second place, but we did what we could—so our coach did not care.

She said that we did the best, but they don’t think so. 

I thought so.  We really were. 

Then we got our trophies and got home.