Last 219 Days on Highschool

Chapter 19: The Arguers

Lalisa’s POV

Shamcey took the center seat in the panel of judges, leaving Ayesha sit on one of the empty chair on the side alongside with the announcer. The wench was obviously pissed on what just happened as evident in her rather crooked and forced smile, most of the junior aspirants will not notice so easily.

“Such a relief the club president made it here. They say she was quite not that strict on try outs,” one of the aspirants seated on the front row murmured, the which the rest immediately agreed on.

“Well, she is, but the thing is she was real strict once you actually joined the club already,” another added.

“Oh! That’s scary… but all we hope now was to enter the club. Let’s worry about it later,” said the other.

The murmurs and whispers was cut off when Stephanie get hold of everyone’s attention by speaking on her horn speaker.

“Attention everyone! For the information of everybody, most especially the freshmen here, the woman who just arrived was the indeed, you are right, Charlie’s Angels Cheering Club President. Now, let’s hear what she has to say,” she stated before handing the horn speaker to her side, to be passed to the woman seated at their center.

Once Shamcey received the speaker, she cleared her throat. “Ahem. My apology for being late, something unexpected happened on my way, but even if I just barely arrived, I was was already filled in on what was happening...” my cousin halted on her track first and shot a cold glare at her colleague who just suddenly decided to change the flow of the screening.

“And I want you to know that I am taking it back. We will proceed on the original plan of duo performance,” she asserted.

Most of the aspirants were delighted. Even I, myself couldn’t hide the feeling of happiness in my heart. For starter, it was a good chance to perform with a partner than doing it alone. If you happen to forgot the next move, then, by looking up at your partner, you can easily remember it and follow through. It’s an advantage.

The little celebration was cut off when Ayesha raised her hand in the air, asking everyone to hear what she has to say. “I have a misgiving on this, Sham,” she started. Even without the horn speaker nor any sort of mic on her hand, her voice was loud and eerie at the same time to be heard by most of us gathered here.

“Cheerleading squad had always been on the top board of the school’s popularity club charts for five straight years. Naturally, we do not want to get a freeloader get in, thus, a single auditions,” she repeated what she said at the start of the try out.

“This is to actually screen out who was deserving to join and cut for this prestige; and who were not. I don’t see no valid reason for us to not proceed on this single audition, well unless, if you involve personal matter on this stuff. Let’s not forget...” Ayesha stopped on her track and look at me, who was standing still sin front waiting for further instruction.

Holy freak! I am getting a bad vibe about this. I am not sure about the sharpness of my instinct but I am well aware that this is ain’t good. I am guessing she would argue about our biological connection, me and the club president.