Fly Away
Fly Away
Fly Away
Nora Rock
ORCA SPORTS
ORCA BOOK PUBLISHERS
Copyright ©
2010
Nora Rock
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Rock, Nora,
1968
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Fly away / written by Nora Rock.
(Orca sports)
Also issued in an electronic format.
ISBN
978-1-55469-341-2
(bound).--ISBN
978-1-55469-313-9
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I. Title. II. Series: Orca sports
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First published in the United States,
2010
Library of Congress Control Number:
2010928827
Summary:
Marnie is forced into a leadership role on her competitive cheerleading team, but it's harder than she imagined to keep the Soar Starlingsâand herselfâaloft.
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Contents
When the paramedics came charging into Soar's gym, every one of us stared at the same thing: their boots. Both of themâthe woman and the manâwore heavy rubber-soled work boots that shed chunks of gray slush on the crash mats. If we have one rule at Soar, it's no outdoor shoes on the mats. Seeing the paramedics run across the mats like that, with Coach Saylor waving them on, seemed to drive the message home: we'd witnessed a very serious accident.
With the rescue team on the scene and Emma's curled-up body blocked from view, I suddenly realized that my legs were shaking violently. Just as I was about to lose my balance, a steady hand grasped my forearm.
“Whoa, girl,” whispered Arielle, guiding me to the floor. “You okay?”
I nodded. The trembling had migrated upward to my shoulders, and now my teeth were chattering too. Arielle sat down beside me and draped one arm across my shoulders. We sat like that, in silence, while the paramedics eased Emma onto the stretcher and strapped her in. The woman paramedic was talking with Coach Saylor. I couldn't make out what was being said because of the ringing in my ears.
The paramedic looked at me and said something. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't make my jaw work.
“I think she's just in shock,” said Arielle. “You're not hurt, are you?”
I shook my head, thinking back to the accident. I remembered Emma's body twisting in midair as she tried to avoid the base girl on her left. She was too far over for me to do anything to break her fall. I had reached for her and missed. Her shoulder dropped awkwardly toward the mat, hitting it with a sickening crunch.
The paramedic gave me a quick once-over anyway, checking my pulse and looking into my eyes with a penlight. “She seems fine.”
Arielle nodded. “I'll keep an eye on her.”
The other girls, who'd been whispering nervously while Emma was carried out, were beginning to gather around us.
Coach Saylor had a hand up, trying to get our attention. “Girls!” she said. “Gather round. Sit down. Shona, Janelle, never mind the slush. Sit down, please.”
The rest of my teamâthe Soar Starlings All-Star Cheerleaders, senior level fiveâ obeyed. I could tell that some of them, like me, were grateful to get off shaky legs.
“Girls, we're done for today. I know you're scared. But Emma's in good hands. She's on her way to the hospital. Her father will meet her there.”
Arielle shifted beside me so that she could put her free arm across Priya's shoulders. Priya was the rear spotter in Emma's stunt group, the girl who boosts the flyer into the basket and then up into the air for aerial stunts. Emma had been hurt doing a back tuck. Like a backward somersault, but in midair. It's one of the toughest throw moves, but Emma had done it dozens of times before.
“You all know,” continued Coach Saylor, “that cheerleading is a dangerous sport. You Starlings are the most experienced team in this club. But no amount of experience can prevent all accidents. What happened to Emma”âCoach Saylor looked in turn at Priya, Amy Jo and Jada, the bases in Emma's stunt groupâ“was nobody's fault. I want you to understand that. And now, I want you to shower up, go home, and get a good night's sleep. If I hear any news about Emma's condition, I'll post it on the team's Facebook page. If you need to talk, don't hesitate to call Arielle. Or call me at home. You understand?”
Thirteen ponytails bobbed in unison.
“Good,” said Coach.
I stood up, steadier now. I felt okay.
I turned to tell Arielle I was feeling better, but she was busy comforting Priya, who had burst into tears.
“But my hand slipped off her leg,” Priya said. “And I couldn'tâ”
“Shh!” said Arielle. “You heard the coach. It wasn't your fault.”
“But⦔
Arielle hugged Priya to calm her down. Over Priya's back, she gave me a questioning look. I mimed shampooing my hair and pointed to the locker room. Arielle nodded.
Arielle was our team captain and my best friend. This was her third and final year as a Starling. She'd be turning nineteen in January, which would make her too old to qualify as a senior for the spring championships. Arielle has been cheerleading since our club, Soar, opened, when she was eight years old. She's exactly the kind of girl you imagine when you think “cheerleader.” She has straight honey-blond hair and long graceful limbs, and she's never in a bad mood. As our captain, she has to deal with thirteen other teenage girls' stresses and tantrums and complaints. She does it with a smile on her face. Some people think cheerleaders are ditzy and that our sport is not a true team sport. Those people have not met Arielle Kuypers.
I took a quick shower, feeling jittery and distracted. The locker room was buzzing with theories about Emma's condition. A few of the girls were insisting that she'd cracked her skull. “What else would make her pass out like that?” reasoned Shona. But Amy Jo, who'd been the closest to Emma when she landed, insisted that she hadn't fallen on her head. I stayed out of it.
I'd gotten a ride with Arielle, so, as usual, we were the last to leave. We shuffled quickly across the parking lot in a bitter January wind. I turned the heater on full blast when we got in Arielle's car.
She turned to me before pulling out. “Want to sleep over at my place tonight? You still seem kind of shaky.”
“I'm fine,” I told her. “Besides, it's Monday.”
“Ah, yes,” she said. “Geek night.”
Geek night is the night that my boyfriend Liam and I go to his cousin Eliza's house to play Blood Plain. Blood Plain is a role-playing game, sort of like Dungeons and Dragons, but with North American Indians. My character is a Sioux squaw named Chumani.
The game is really fun, and Liam's cousin's friends are cool. Most of them go to the University of Guelph, so they're a little older than me and Liam, but they don't talk down to us. I think Eliza's just happy to have another girl there.
I was looking forward to going. I knew that if I stayed home, I'd sit around replaying Emma's accident over and over in my head and working myself up into a panic. But before we reached my house, I got a text from Liam saying he couldn't go.
“Why not?” Arielle asked.
I shrugged. “He doesn't say.” It was the second time he'd bailed on geek night that month.
“Then you're staying at my place after all,” said Arielle.
We stopped at my house to leave a note for my mom. I stuffed some clothes in an overnight bag, and we headed for Arielle's house.
She lives in the coolest house I've ever seen. It's supermodern, made up of lots of cubes. Arielle has a cube all to herself, with a bedroom, bathroom, art studio and its own entrance. I walked in ahead of her and gasped.
“You finished it!”
Arielle smiled. “Surprise!”
In the middle of the room was Arielle's latest painting. It was on a canvas as big as three refrigerators side by side. She'd painted people at a carnival, but not the way you'd paint them if someone told you to paint people at a carnival. It was so close-up that the people were life-size, most of them too tall to fit completely in the frame. Their backs were turned to the viewer, and they were watching something ahead of them. The only person whose face you could see was a little girl. She was half-turned, looking straight out of the canvas with terror in her eyes. I shuddered.
“What do you think?” Arielle asked.
I put my hands over my face. “It gives me the creeps!”
Arielle laughed. “It's supposed to.”
“It's really good,” I said. “It makes me feel guilty just looking at it. Like I'm a kidnapper about to grab her.”
Arielle smiled happily and leaned the canvas against the wall with two others. All of Arielle's paintings made you feel like you were missing something that lay just beyond the borders of the image.
“It's your best ever,” I added.
“Thanks, Mar,” she said, tossing her cheerleading duffel into the corner.
We headed to the kitchen to make some supper. It was late, and Arielle's parents had already eaten. Arielle checked her phone to see if there was a call from Coach Saylor or from Emma's dad, but there was nothing.
“So,” she said when we'd carried our grilled cheese sandwiches to the couch, “what's the deal with Liam?”
I thought about pretending I didn't know what she was talking about. But Arielle was my best friend. If there was anyone I could be open with, it was her. “I don't know what's going on,” I said softly. “That's what scares me. He's never kept anything from me before.” Liam and I had been dating for more than two years, since the summer before ninth grade, when he was about to turn sixteen.