LABELED: A VERUCA STORY
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your positive reviews, I really
appreciate them. Anyways, starting from this chapter up to the next couple,
Veruca's point of views will be centered on a certain person per chapter.
Once all point of views are done, the succeeding chapters will focus on the
things Veruca will do once she's really, really, fed up - and once she
stars taking action.
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Chapter 2: Cheer As If No One's Watching
Disbelief.
That's the first thing I felt when I saw her on her way to class this morning. It was early, still about an hour and a half before the schoolday started. Surprisingly she was on her way and for some reason, she wasn't as composed as she usually is.
I attempt to greet her.
"Good Morning Kate," I said as I kept up with her pace. We were nearing the school gates now. She looked at me and sighed. "Yeah, morning."
She sped up a bit and before I knew it, she had disappeared down the hall.
The school was still quiet except for the sounds of the janitor mopping the floor, and some other eighth graders who were there early to set up the banners for the lock-out this Saturday. Annually Hillridge has a weekend lock-out, in an effort to bring closer the students. It's compulsory and I hate it; I dread it this year the same way I dreaded it last year.
"Hey Veruca." I spun around to see Kate looking at me. "Come here."
Come where? And why do I have to be the one to come to her? She's the one who asked. But I conceded.
She smiled at me sheepishly. "I'm kinda scared of being alone," she revealed. "The other cheerleaders aren't here yet. and I really need to go to the bathroom."
Kate's afraid of being alone? Interesting. "Okay, come on."
We headed to the girls room where I found out that the thing Kate really needed to do was put on makeup.
"So, why you here so early?"
With a bored expression on my face, I just told her the truth. "I always go here early."
"Oh," she muttered. After a few seconds of looking in the mirror and making sure she looked pretty, Kate asked me to go with her to the gym.
Kate and me, in the gym? No kidding. I knew what we were in for: she'd practice her cheerleading while I watch her, since she was afraid of being alone. Yet another classic example of a slave following her master, only this time instead of slums the setting was a modern-day , colorful, aint- the-popular-people-have-it-all junior high.
What choice did I have? I did have nothing better to do. Besides, I found the idea quite interesting.
At the gym, she was doing her routines and asked me if she was doing okay. I told her yes she was, because she really was doing good. No surprise why she's the cheerleading captain.
We had bits of chitchat for the next forty-five minutes and in those times I discovered that Kate wasn't so bad once she's not with her she-beasts.
Which was of course the exact thing I found out the minute Claire went inside the gym.
She dropped the bag she was holding the second she saw me. "What are you doing here?" she said, her eyebrows suddenly pointing up, her eyes becoming smaller into slits. "This is a loser-free zone."
As I had predicted, Kate chimed in. "Yeah, Ve-crook-ah. Get out," she said, not looking at me. I could tell she had a tinge of guilt in her tone. Typical.
"Do not tell me you have spent the entire time you were her with her," I heard Claire tell Kate on my way out.
"Of course not, she appeared out of nowhere," Kate replied. "Definitely not. I wasn't with her."
I wasn't with her.
That's the last words I heard from Kate today. She wasn't screaming when she said that, and she wasn't talking to me,but I'm pretty sure the last thing I'll hear from her ever, whatever words those may be, would be said in a scream.
I'm so sure.
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Chapter 2: Cheer As If No One's Watching
Disbelief.
That's the first thing I felt when I saw her on her way to class this morning. It was early, still about an hour and a half before the schoolday started. Surprisingly she was on her way and for some reason, she wasn't as composed as she usually is.
I attempt to greet her.
"Good Morning Kate," I said as I kept up with her pace. We were nearing the school gates now. She looked at me and sighed. "Yeah, morning."
She sped up a bit and before I knew it, she had disappeared down the hall.
The school was still quiet except for the sounds of the janitor mopping the floor, and some other eighth graders who were there early to set up the banners for the lock-out this Saturday. Annually Hillridge has a weekend lock-out, in an effort to bring closer the students. It's compulsory and I hate it; I dread it this year the same way I dreaded it last year.
"Hey Veruca." I spun around to see Kate looking at me. "Come here."
Come where? And why do I have to be the one to come to her? She's the one who asked. But I conceded.
She smiled at me sheepishly. "I'm kinda scared of being alone," she revealed. "The other cheerleaders aren't here yet. and I really need to go to the bathroom."
Kate's afraid of being alone? Interesting. "Okay, come on."
We headed to the girls room where I found out that the thing Kate really needed to do was put on makeup.
"So, why you here so early?"
With a bored expression on my face, I just told her the truth. "I always go here early."
"Oh," she muttered. After a few seconds of looking in the mirror and making sure she looked pretty, Kate asked me to go with her to the gym.
Kate and me, in the gym? No kidding. I knew what we were in for: she'd practice her cheerleading while I watch her, since she was afraid of being alone. Yet another classic example of a slave following her master, only this time instead of slums the setting was a modern-day , colorful, aint- the-popular-people-have-it-all junior high.
What choice did I have? I did have nothing better to do. Besides, I found the idea quite interesting.
At the gym, she was doing her routines and asked me if she was doing okay. I told her yes she was, because she really was doing good. No surprise why she's the cheerleading captain.
We had bits of chitchat for the next forty-five minutes and in those times I discovered that Kate wasn't so bad once she's not with her she-beasts.
Which was of course the exact thing I found out the minute Claire went inside the gym.
She dropped the bag she was holding the second she saw me. "What are you doing here?" she said, her eyebrows suddenly pointing up, her eyes becoming smaller into slits. "This is a loser-free zone."
As I had predicted, Kate chimed in. "Yeah, Ve-crook-ah. Get out," she said, not looking at me. I could tell she had a tinge of guilt in her tone. Typical.
"Do not tell me you have spent the entire time you were her with her," I heard Claire tell Kate on my way out.
"Of course not, she appeared out of nowhere," Kate replied. "Definitely not. I wasn't with her."
I wasn't with her.
That's the last words I heard from Kate today. She wasn't screaming when she said that, and she wasn't talking to me,but I'm pretty sure the last thing I'll hear from her ever, whatever words those may be, would be said in a scream.
I'm so sure.
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