Bevan vs. Evan: (And Other School Rivalries) (Volume 4) (Cheer!, Band 4) - Softcover

Evans, Zoe

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1442433647 ISBN 13: 9781442433649

Verlag: Simon Spotlight, 2012

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It's tryouts, take two in this new addition to a series full of fun, drama, and lots and lots of CHEER!

It's springtime in Port Angeles, and that can only mean one thing: Titan Cheerleading Tryouts, take two! Will Maddy take the plunge again? Or is she just another spring chicken, like the rest of the Titan’s rejects from the fall? And if she does try out, will the Grizzlies understand—or hate her for leaving them behind after all they’ve been through? On top of tryout tension, the annual Sunshine Dance is around the corner, and while Maddy’s psyched to design a new dress, she’s not sure whose arm she wants to be on….

There are about 2.8 million cheerleaders between the ages of 6 and 17!

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Zoe Evans was very upset that her school did not have a cheerleading team, so instead she joined the Pep Squad where she raised school spirit while wearing a football jersey and a tennis skirt. Zoe has written over twenty books for readers of all ages. A graduate of Columbia University, she is also an experienced children’s book editor. Zoe loves reading, eating oysters, and of course, cheering.

Brigette Barrager is an artist, designer, writer, and the illustrator of Pocket Full of Colors and Like a Rainbow by Amy Guglielmo and Jacqueline Tourville as well as the New York Times bestselling Uni the Unicorn by Amy Krouse Rosenthal. She attended the California Institute of the Arts and spent some time working in animation before taking the plunge into book illustration, where she’s lived happily ever after. She resides in Los Angeles with her handsome husband, cute doggy, and terrible cat. Visit Brigette online at BrigetteB.com.

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Bevan vs. Evan

Wednesday, February 16
Late morning, cowering by my locker
Spirit Song Level:
Sweet Dreams Are Made of Cheer (usually)

OMG, I just had an MEM (mega embarrassing moment). There I was, innocently sitting at my desk in Mr. Cooper’s class. I had my notes open on my desk (because I’m studious! Ha-ha) and my eyes were totally focused on what Mr. Cooper was writing on the board. I mean, I even noticed when he tried to pick a booger out of his nose but pretended he was just scratching an itch.

Well, the thing is, I was TRYING to be totally focused on Mr. Cooper. But there was a tiny problemo: I was totally exhausted! My eyes kept doing that droopy thing (hot!) and my body would start to sway, and then I’d pinch myself to get alert again.

“Can someone describe some of the ways in which Boo Radley’s character represents the theme of innocence in To Kill a Mockingbird?” asked Mr. Cooper. He looked around the classroom expectantly. Luckily, he didn’t look at me.

Jeremiah Ramirez waved his hand in the air frantically. Typical. He looked like he was straining to give his answer. Like if he wasn’t picked, he might actually pass out.

“Has anyone besides Jeremiah done their homework?” Mr. Cooper asked wearily. He let out a big sigh. “Okay, Jeremiah, yes?”

And just as Jeremiah was giving his answer, I must have passed out, because suddenly I wasn’t in class anymore. I wasn’t even ME anymore. I was Boo Radley (yikes! A dude!), sitting in a courtroom dressed in a Titans uniform.

Tabitha Sue Stevens (one of my Grizzly teammates) was the prosecutor, and she was pointing at me and yelling something. Then I realized that the whole jury was made up of the Grizzlies, who were shouting at me.

“Traitor!” the crowd yelled. “How dare you switch teams!”

“But you don’t understand!” I said (not as myself but as Boo Radley, of course). “I can explain!”

And here is the mega embarrassing part: I must have been talking in my sleep, because when I opened my eyes, Mr. Cooper was standing right over me, hairy nostrils flaring, and saying, “Madison Hays, would you like to explain specifically what the rest of us ‘don’t understand’?”

Oh no. I said that OUT LOUD?

I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth and heard some snickers echo around me. The ENTIRE CLASS was staring at me!!!

“Um, sorry, Mr. Cooper,” I said, hoping the redness in my face wasn’t too obvious.

He gave me an angry “hmph” and walked back to the front of the classroom. T.G.

Then Sylvie Harris was like, “Nice dream, Sleeping Beauty?”

Ugh. Wanted 2 die.

I should have known better than to have stayed up practically all night last night. No, I wasn’t watching She’s the Man for the millionth time or catching up on my Teen Vogues. Instead I was glued to YouTube, watching a gazillion cheer videos. Titan spring tryouts will be here before I know it. In a month, to be exact, and I need to be on point this time—I mean, if I do decide to audition.

It’s not like I’m 100% ready to go to the Dark Side. I’m still torn about trying out at all, and what I would do if I even made the team. But ever since my New York trip, when Katie Parker (capitán of los Titans!) planted the idea in my head that I’m some kind of super-awesome cheerleader—Titan material even—I’ve been thinking about trying out for the Titans. Like, a lot.

Here’s the major unfortunate thing: Katie had been all, “I’ll train you when we get back home!” when we were in New York, but now that we’re back, she’s been treating me like I have the bubonic plague (see? I pay attention in class).

Just the other day I passed her sitting with Clementine Prescott (Titan Triumvirate #2) and Hilary Cho (Titan Triumvirate #3) on the way to my table in the caf, and even though she hasn’t been so nice since we got back from New York, I couldn’t help but give her a smile as I walked by. The entire table was SILENT as I made my way past them. The kind of silent that makes you feel like maybe they’ve been talking about you (and PS—it wasn’t about how great your outfit looked that day). And as soon as I passed them, they all burst out laughing. Luckily, I didn’t have to slink away like a giant loser to sit by myself. My BFFs Lanie and Evan were already at our table, so I hightailed it to them, trying to hide my beet-red face behind my lunch tray.

So anyway, Katie’s ’tude means that my tryout for the Titans is all on me. Well, obviously, whether I make the team or not is my problem, but it would have been nice if Katie decided to live up to her promise of training me. In the meantime, I’ve been secretly studying up on the Titans: rereading their Spirit Rules book, watching videos of Titan practices and competitions, and dropping by some of their practices. Last night I watched their Regionals routine for about the thousandth time. If I’m going to have a chance of kicking butt at tryouts, I know I’ll have to be able to do everything on that video. That is, if I do end up trying out. I haven’t even told anyone I’m thinking about it yet. And I CANNOT tell the Grizzlies, like, ever. I feel terrible keeping this big secret from my team. This secret makes me feel, like, the opposite of being a team player. It is sooooo hard going to Grizzly practices knowing that my mind is slightly focused on another team. Talk about NOT being a team player, how about being a traitor co-captain! Wonder what Mr. Cooper would have had to say about my problem had I actually answered his question earlier today?

LATER THAT DAY, SNARKING IN THE PARKING LOT

Um. Yeah. So let’s just say I wasn’t at my best today during practice. I feel like dog poop. By my last class of the day I could feel myself slipping into dreamland again, so I spent most of class pinching my arm and poking my hand with the tip of my pencil (works like a charm, BTW). I couldn’t imagine how I’d make it through practice. I went over to the vending machine and bought one of those crazy energy drinks that claim to turn you into Road Runner (meep meep!) for five hours. “Yeah,” I said to myself. “That’s exactly what I need to get through practice.”

It worked for, like, five minutes. For five whole minutes (basically, the time it took me to get ready for Grizzly practice), I felt a blast of energy course through my veins. I tore open my locker while untying my hot pink Cons, and at the same time started doing a leg stretch.

“Hey, Maddy, you okay?” asked Tabitha Sue. She was looking at me funny (I’m sensing a pattern here . . . more on that later).

“Yeah!” I exclaimed. I practically ripped off the cute Empire waist top I was wearing and started to put on my shorts. “Never been better!”

Tabitha Sue pointed at my legs. “You sure?”

I looked down. Oops. Forgot to take my pants off. That would help, huh?

I blushed, embarrassed. “Thanks, Tabitha Sue. I just had an energy drink, and I feel like I can’t do anything fast enough.”

Tabitha Sue tightened a shoelace and shook her head. “Well, enjoy...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Simon Spotlight
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2012
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1442433647
• ISBN 13: 9781442433649
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Zeichner: Barrager Brigette
• Anzahl der Seiten: 224
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