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“Let’s go, ladies!” Coach pounds her fist on the lockers twice as she passes
by. The girls giggle and whisper around me, and I comb my fingers through
my hair, sweeping it up into a messy ponytail.
“Yeah, I hear they’re installing cameras,” Katelyn Stephens says to a
group as she sits on the bench. “They’re hoping to catch him red-handed.”
I roll on some deodorant and toss the container back into my gym bag
before checking my lip gloss in the mirror on the locker door.
Cameras, huh? In the school?
Good to know.
I pull the top of my cheerleading uniform down over my head, covering
my bra, and smooth my shirt and skirt down. We’re recruiting new team
members, since so many of us are graduating soon, so Coach has been
asking us to wear our uniforms to school some days to hopefully get more
freshman interested.
“I was wondering what their next move was going to be,” another girl
chimes in. “He keeps getting past them.”