“A... cheerleader?” Roger asked.
She was 18, long blonde curly hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a nice sun kissed tan. Her waist was absolutely tiny, a bust was a shockingly hefty 25 DDD and a butt that was just as big. She wore a dark green pleated skirt and a figure fitting white and lime top with the letters “TFA” emblazoned on the front. Her sneakers squeaked against the floor as the pom-poms in her hands swayed.
“Like what the fuck is going on?!” Roger squeaked as she backed away.
Suddenly Roger froze up unable to move, an old stereo suddenly blaring big band music.
“Give me a T!” Roger suddenly shouted with a ditzy grin and she t-posed, swinging her arms to the side and kicking up a leg as she shouted “Give me an E!”
‘What the hell am I doing?’ Roger thought as his... her cheer continued.
“GIMME AN R! R! A! TERRA! WHAT’S THAT?! TERRA!”
“No... gotta... gotta, like, fight it!” Roger strained as she felt another cheer come on.
Her lips forced themselves into a ditzy smile as she bounced around.
“Gimme an F, an A, L, LS, FALLS!!!! TERRA FALLS! TERRA FALLS! TERRRRRRA....!”
‘No Roger, don’t finish that-‘
Too late.
“FAAAAAAAALLS! Woooooooooo!” The blonde hollered as the music stopped.
“Wait a minute... who’s Roger? Is he cute?” Regina asked herself.
She didn’t now why that guy name popped into her head while she practiced.
“Oh hey there!” Regina beamed to the woman standing behind her. “How’d my moves look?”
Those beaming blue eyes glazed over as the old woman tapped her forehead.
“Yes Headmistress, I will go to the ceremony hall.” Regina blankly said as she strolled out the door and down the hall.
The cheerleader was snapped out of the trance by a set of doors being kicked open.