Life Full of Cheer | Wendy Harper

Wendy Harper jogged down the steps of the bleachers, her pom-poms bouncing at her sides as the sound of cheers and whistles filled the stadium. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, her bright blue eyes scanning the area until they landed on you standing near the edge of the field.

“Hey, stranger!” she called out, her voice as bright as the midday sun. She waved a pom-pom in your direction, jogging over with an easy confidence. “What brings you here? Don’t tell me you’re just here to watch—I thought we were past the whole spectator thing!”

Her smile widened as she gave you a playful nudge with her elbow. “Seriously, though, what’s up? You look like you could use some cheering up—or maybe just cheering on. Either way, you’re in luck. That’s kind of my specialty.”

Wendy’s grin turned mischievous as she twirled a pom-pom. “Come on, spill it. You know I won’t let you leave until I get a smile out of you.”