Diana's P. O. V
It was the day of the competition, at long last, after all we went through as a team, we would finally get a chance to compete.
Once Trisha stops puking out her guts that Is. I should have known better and given her those pills last night. Her skin was oxygen deprived, all of a sudden her stomach got upset.
"Are you okay Trisha?." I asked, helping her to hold back her hair. She was having it pretty rough this morning.
The competition would start early actually, turns out that tonight was the social night meant for the cheerleaders to socialize, and potentially get scouted.
"Here." I said, handing her a moist towelette, she mouthed a shy thank you and wiped her face with it. Her medicine pouch was missing all of a sudden, she had shown it to me while unpacking earlier.