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I remember when I danced for fun. It was pretty and inviting and easy.

Now I dance because I have to. It’s ugly and boring and nothing like dance should be.There are just so many things about my team that I don’t understand.

Everyone is so hateful and rude to each other. No one knows how to show any respect. The officers (girls in charge) confuse authority with the right to yell about things that do not matter. The assistant director has no problem yelling at two girls with our team name written on their shirts in front of an entire stadium of people from our school. The head director has no problem calling somebody out in front of everyone for things they can’t control. i.e. injuries, tutoring, leaving early, etc. One time were practicing two minutes before half time and everyone’s screaming and bickering and people are messing up because they’re stressed and the head officer goes “What can I do to make you do this right! This is ridiculous! This dance looks horrible!”

So of course my loud mouth isn’t about to stay shut so I say:
“How about we try not being so rude to each other? Because that obviously isn’t getting us anywhere.”

That bitch shut her mouth real quick.

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