Night before the Game
“Yes, its tradition,” she replied as she closed her suitcase and walked out of her room to bring it to my dad. She really didn’t care; my dad and she booked a hotel room for the night so they wouldn’t have to put up with the girls. They gave us money for pizza, pop, and movies and just hoped we didn’t trash the place completely. You may think I was crazy complaining about a night without adult supervision with 15 girls my age but I didn’t get along with the cheerleaders particularly. ...