Everything went rather smoothly the rest of the week. It defiantly helped that they had cancelled school, to check for structural instability. Rina, and I were still working out some of the kinks in our telepathic link. A.K.A. me accidentally letting it slip to Rina about how hot Randy really was. Now, that was embarrassing. The only thing that bothered me was how quiet it was. I mean after all, those people in the gym had wanted something from Rina….
Hey, Gwen! Rina thought, We haven't run into any of those weird people as of late. Do you think they gave up?
Maybe… I replied uneasily.
Is something wrong?
As a matter of fact there is. Doesn't it make you a little bit suspicious that those people haven't come back yet? I mean they seemed pretty insistent in the gym on Monday. I mean they obviously wanted something from you, and people who want things have a tendency to show up again later. I have a bad feeling you know. It's like in the movies when the hero goes. "It's quiet, too quiet", and then the monster jumps out at them. Those people are probably just waiting for the right moment.
Nah. No way Gwen! Don't be so paranoid!
Rina, I'm dead serious. If anything should happen to you…
Okay, okay! I get the point!
Just promise me you'll be careful. She looked at me like I had ten heads. Promise me, Rina!
Yes, mother.
Finally, Saturday rolled around. It was the big basketball game. The Flairs (us) and our arch nemesis, The Hawks. This time the Hawks were so going down. So I put on my cheerleading uniform, and looked in the mirror. Yuck, yellow and red. The One thing I can't stand about cheerleading is the uniform. Red and yellow looks horrible on me. Oh, well. Hey did I tell you all before that I was the head cheerleader? I'm also the flyer. Did you know that a flyer is ten times more likely to get injured during a football games then a player is? So that to all you people who say cheerleading isn't a sport. I practice just as often and as hard as Rina and Randy do for basketball. Anyways, I came out of the bathroom with my hair done up in a French braid. Rina and Randy were already dressed and outside the door. "These are so not my colors." I wined.
"Cry me a river build me a bridge and get over it." Rina said, "Honestly, Those cheerleaders are like sooooo annoying right Randy?"
""Yeah, like totally," Randy began in a valley girl voice, " They're always complaining about things like their hair or like their clothes, or, like getting lipstick on their teeth, or, like, having split ends, or even like." He gasped "BROKEN NAILS!" He pretended to faint.
"Like tell me about it. They are sooooo, like, um air headed" Rina joined in again. At that I had to punch her. It wasn't really a punch just a playful one.
" Well, at least we can like spell. Those basketball players are all like brawn and like no brain." I twirled my hair getting into the act.
"Oh, yeah!" Rina said, " I forgot cheerleaders know how to spell go." She did a one of our cheers while she used her valley voice. She was actually not a bad cheerleader but don't tell her I said that. " G-O Go! Go Flares Go!"
"Cut it out!" I shoved her and heard and drew my hand back in pain. When I had touched her there had been steam. "Oww," I looked down at my hand to find first degree burns on them. I burnt my hand…
You burnt your hand? On what? Rina thought.
On you!
What?! That's impossible…
That's when I glanced up and noticed Randy looking at us funny. "Guys…. What just happened?" "I don't know." Rina replied. " And I happen to be a girl." I teased. That was just too weird.
