Come Saturday, Randy, Gwen and I were all getting ready for the big game.
It was our team, "The Flares," against our savage rival team, "The Hawks."
Randy and I got into our jerseys. It was just like my old lucky jersey,
just with a different team name. It was red and yellow with the number
fourteen. When Gwen was dressed in her red and yellow cheerleading outfit,
she came out of the bathroom whining. "These are so not my colors!"
"Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it!" I said, and turned to Randy, "Honestly Randy, aren't those cheerleaders, like, soo annoying?" Randy and I always teased Gwen about being a cheerleader. We'd always say stuff about cheerleaders using valley-girl voices and acting air-headed and ditsy.
"Yeah I know! They're always, like, complaining about their hair, or, like, their clothes, or, like, smudged make-up or, like, getting lipstick on their teeth, or, like, having split ends, or even, like," He gasped sarcasticly, "broken nails and chipped nailpolish!"
"Like, tell me about it! They are sooo, like, totally air-headed!"
Gwen punched my shoulder playfully. "Well, like...at least we can spell! Those basketball players are all, like, all brawn and no brain."
I laughed. "Wow! that's, like, totally amazing! The cheerleaders can, like, spell the word 'go!'" I snatched Gwen's pom-poms and immitated one of the cheerleaders doing one of the cheers for out team, motions and everything, with mock enthusiasm. "G-O, go! Go Flares GO! G-O, go! Go Flares GO!"
Gwen reached over and shoved me. I didn't fall over, but when she touched me, there was a hissing noise and steam rose from where she touched me and we both yelled out in pain. I felt like I had just touched dry ice, only fifty times colder.
I looked at Gwen in shock. Are you okay? I asked, telepathically so Randy wouldn't hear.
I'll be okay, but I burned my hand.
You burned your hand? On what?
On.On you!
But you couldn't have.
Before I could finish, Randy interrupted. "Guys? What just happened?"
"I.I don't know." I said. Well it was true!
"Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it!" I said, and turned to Randy, "Honestly Randy, aren't those cheerleaders, like, soo annoying?" Randy and I always teased Gwen about being a cheerleader. We'd always say stuff about cheerleaders using valley-girl voices and acting air-headed and ditsy.
"Yeah I know! They're always, like, complaining about their hair, or, like, their clothes, or, like, smudged make-up or, like, getting lipstick on their teeth, or, like, having split ends, or even, like," He gasped sarcasticly, "broken nails and chipped nailpolish!"
"Like, tell me about it! They are sooo, like, totally air-headed!"
Gwen punched my shoulder playfully. "Well, like...at least we can spell! Those basketball players are all, like, all brawn and no brain."
I laughed. "Wow! that's, like, totally amazing! The cheerleaders can, like, spell the word 'go!'" I snatched Gwen's pom-poms and immitated one of the cheerleaders doing one of the cheers for out team, motions and everything, with mock enthusiasm. "G-O, go! Go Flares GO! G-O, go! Go Flares GO!"
Gwen reached over and shoved me. I didn't fall over, but when she touched me, there was a hissing noise and steam rose from where she touched me and we both yelled out in pain. I felt like I had just touched dry ice, only fifty times colder.
I looked at Gwen in shock. Are you okay? I asked, telepathically so Randy wouldn't hear.
I'll be okay, but I burned my hand.
You burned your hand? On what?
On.On you!
But you couldn't have.
Before I could finish, Randy interrupted. "Guys? What just happened?"
"I.I don't know." I said. Well it was true!