When I got kicked off the team, I thought my life was over. Not only was I losing my chance at sporting glory, but I’d also be losing my scholarship to Herma University.

There was only one way to avoid disaster - a spot on the one team that still had an opening.

The cheerleading team.

If I’m going to be a cheerleader, I’ll have to look the part. That means a varsity top, a pleated skirt, and cheer shoes that only come in girl sizes. On a team of girls with long blonde hair and flawless makeup, I cannot stand out. Nobody can know I’m really a boy.

But when I start falling for the football team’s quarterback, I’ll have to ask myself who I am after all -

And what kind of girl I really want to be.