Shouldn’t Cynthia be in trouble for making us late?
I nervously hooked my fingers together in my lap. Elena was right. I had made everyone late by oversleeping. Even if the party hadn’t been my idea, my inability to wake up on time had been due to my own negligence.
I deserved to be punished.
“Have her do laps,” said another cheerleader.
“At least get her to practice her splits,” said another. “She’s the reason we missed out on the gold.”
Coach stood and faced the rest of the bus. “Ladies, I assure you that Cynthia will be disciplined.”
He looked at me, and I squared my shoulders, ready for anything.
“Cynthia,” he said. “You’ll stay after every practice this week to clean up and help me get some paperwork in order.”
For a moment, no one said anything. Then everyone started talki
