• "This morning, a shocking sight was found in the Peterson's family home. Their daughter, 15 year old Melissa, apparently was found dead in her closet, hanging by the rod of the closet on a scarf. We will have more information as the story progresses." Reporters, cops, and investigators were tearing up the lawn, trying to figure out what happened. Now, what you need is the back story, what happened the years following this. You will find out now.

    Melissa walked into her homeroom with almost a new confidence, almost happy to be starting school again. She was now one of the cheerleaders, and it was something to be very happy about, being that she was the social reject before. See, she had been having bullying experiences since she started kindergarten, already having an excellent reading ability and a curiosity about the world that most children would have at that age. But she didn't know how the world really was, since her family had always been so loving and supportive of her. The kids around her started making fun of her, throwing toys at her, and rejecting her. She would always come home in silence from school and pretend everything was fine, but really kept her emotions bottled up inside since she knew her father was dealing with a drug problem, and she didn't want her father to get even more depressed. By the time she reached middle school, she had found a few loyal friends, and she was once again happy, after having a somewhat OK elementary experience. But toward the end of her 7th grade year, her friends left her, and her problems slowly were creeping up on her again, starting to take over her again. This even brought her parents to take her to therapy, but the therapist didn't help since she was trained to help children, not a problem as serious as her. It only helped a little, and in 9th grade, had decided to go for the cheerleading squad. Life seemed to be looking up a little, and even her father was starting to get a little better. Little did she know that this year would turn ugly.

    As she made her way into the homeroom, the teacher did her explaining of the years curriculum, and handed out textbooks and stuff like that. The rest of the day went like this, and at lunch, most of the kids were telling their summer stories and being happy. Melissa, as usual, took her place at an empty back table, knowing this is where she stood and she looked at the other kids, smiling and laughing as they caught up with their friends, which they were separated from for 2 whole months. She felt that she didn't get to look forward to that feeling, but the thought that cheerleading started today.

    The end of school seemed far away, and her 9th period class seemed far away from now. The bell finally rung, and she sprung up from her seat and went to get changed for practice. After bouncing on her heels and waiting, the practice finally started. "Okay, take the mat!" the coach bellowed, and the 11 other girls took the mat like soldiers. "Now, I want you to do the routine we learned at camp. Flyers, get ready." Melissa, being small for her age, went to her stunt group and awaited the count. The music started and she was tossed in the air, a feeling she thought was one of the greatest. It almost was a secret since being tossed in the air was a feeling only a flyer could feel, and she felt a strange bond with the air. As she was let down, she had a big grin on her face, something that she hadn't done in a long time. "Good job Melissa. You may be new, but you're catching up quick." That was the first time she had been complimented by someone other than her parents. Practice went just as good for the next few hours, and by the time it was over, she was panting like the rest of her teammates were. "Good job ladies. Your skills are a little shaky, but it's only because you've been resting up. This is going to be a hard season, but you can make it a great one. I'll see you tomorrow." All the girls walked out and were chatting. The most popular girl in the grade, Gracie, came up to her. "You did good today. You're new to the squad, right?" She nodded. She smiled. "You're good for a newbie. We might get to nationals if we're lucky." Everyone had left by then, and by the time she got home, she was happy. "How was school, honey?" "It was great!" Her mom was happy to see her mood change. "Well, that's great. Hope it goes just as well tomorrow." TBC