I didn't care, I tried anyway. The cheers they had us do were easy, the jumps were jumps I did as a freshman. I made the team. I was happy even if deep down I was upset that I could be part of the worst team in history. So when I started on the team, I quickly realized that my idiot brother had no idea what he was talking about and that it was a good team. I wanted to go back to my old coach so I could learn how to do a back hand spring, because everywhere I went I couldn't do it. Some coaches have told me that maybe it's because I don't trust them enough to do it. So I had a private lesson with her before her usual cheer workouts. We were working on my rounds and the wheels of my cart when she walked away to go answer her phone. I went for my round and I didn't land correctly and I fell because it felt like my knee had given out. I got up and kept trying. When it was time for her teams to practice, I was sitting on the floor in pain, stretching with the girls, thinking that maybe if I stretched it I would feel better, don't isn't it? I ignored it for a while until I got home and picked up my shoes. My foot swelled like a balloon. I could barely walk