“I’m just saying, don’t get consumed with cheerleading. It’s not everything.” Izzy looks at me and nods like she’s getting it. Then she lets out a loud laugh. She thinks I’m lying. “I’m serious,” I say. “Georgia? Cheerleading is going to pay for my college. My friends are cheerleaders. I am proud that this my life. It’s who I am.” “But you might wake up and realize you wasted your time.” “Have you?” she asks. “No,” I lie.
