Before becoming the the Coca-Cola addicted, chubby couch potato we all know and love today Brittany was quite the athlete in her younger years. As a pup she spent hours watching sports with her dad and brothers and she played hours of one on one basketball with her older brother. Throughout high school Brittany’s main commitment was basketball. Her size, strength, and most importantly competitive nature made her a fearsome foe on the court. She easily made it to the state finals all 7 years she played and her team won the championship four years in a row. But Brittany wasn't a one trick pony: she played soccer, track and field, and joined the swim team. She was even tried her paw at cheerleading, for a very brief spell her Senior year.

In retrospect everyone should have known that Brittany would be a very bad fit on the squad. She’d never gotten along with Jessica Clark, the head cheerleader and figurative bitch of human who’d once asked if Brittany lived in a dog kennel. But Brittany's good friend Jessie, a cheerleader all four years of high school, begged and pleaded for Brittany to join the team so, very reluctantly, the husky joined.

For the first hour of Brittany’s very first practice things went well! Just like in the other sports she had played her sheer size and strength made her a really good asset to the squad! It wasn’t just any cheerleader who could be the entire base of the pyramid all by herself! The husky even enjoyed it, no matter how reluctant she was to admit it. There was a surprising level of skill and athleticism to the sport and Brittany loved the challenge of learning something new. But, while Jessie never found out exactly what started the fight between Brittany and Jessica, the feline did distinctly remember every eye on the field turning and staring at the two as Brittany shouted “Where you born a cunt? Or has it taken years of practice and commitment?”

Things quickly went downhill from there.

A great debate circled around the school over what exactly what Brittany had said to get kicked off the cheer team. Some of Jessie’s favorites included:

“Isn’t it dangerous to use one’s entire vocabulary in one sentence?”

“Does your ass ever get jealous from the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?”

And, above all, “Shame you can’t suck intelligence or personality out of a dick. Although you’ve certainly given it enough tries.”

But the final confrontation happened with the cheer coach, who reprimanded Brittany not “To get smart with me!”

“Don’t say it!” Jessie spotted the glint in Brittany’s eyes.

“If I got smart with you, you’d get left behind!” Brittany announced, before tossing her pom poms to the side and storming out of the locker room, never to lead another cheer.

In the end Brittany’s tenure as a cheerleader lasted fewer than two weeks, but Jessie was sure to keep this picture for irrefutable proof that, yes. No matter for how brief a time Brittany had once been a cheerleader!

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Character and Story are mine

Artwork by the amazing:  Chisea