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By:Hannah Harrington


                The thing I mentioned earlier, about cheerleaders not                     being synonymous with popular? This is true, like, ninety percent of the time.                     But then there are times they are actually the most                     popular girls in school, at least for a day, because those days are Game                     Days.

                On Game Days, the cheerleaders get to wear their uniforms to                     school. And boy, are they teeny tiny. The uniforms. Not the cheerleaders. Well,                     some of them are, but some of them are on the heavy side. Not judging, just                     pointing out the fact. I mean, when you think about it, it makes logical sense.                         Someone has to be strong enough to throw the                     tiny ones in the air.

                I make my way through the sea of cheerleaders gathered around                     the watering hole—the lockers of five team members, including Lowell and                     Derek—carrying all kinds of desserts. It’s Game Day tradition for the players to                     leave their lockers open in the mornings so they can be showered with the gifts                     they so richly deserve. Namely, goodies. Every cheerleader has something                     delicious and homemade to present the team members with, cookies and cupcakes                     and whatnot. One girl even has a custom balloon in the school colors—blue and                     red—that says GO RED HAWKS! that she’s tying to someone’s combination lock.

                If I play my cards right today, there’ll be no more balloons or                     cookies or fawning cheerleaders for Lowell or Derek.

                The question, of course, becomes how to bust these two. There                     are a few avenues I could take; I could go directly to the principal. I could                     call the cops myself. I could break into their lockers with a nail file and take                     photo evidence of the weed they’re most likely holding in there and spread it                     around, but that tactic is too old-school, and not in a good way. I want to do                     this in a way that leaves my hands as clean as possible. Lowell and Derek will                     get the message without me linking myself to it directly. So I’ve come up with                     an idea.

                Ms. Kinsey.

                The one teacher in this school who, inexplicably, likes having                     me as her student. The one teacher I trust. The one most likely to agree to my                     plan.