Mr. Snyder sat by himself in the detention room, crying, "I thought people
were coming today! Why doesn't anybody like me? I know, it was Denton... he
lied to me! It was cause I yelled at Davey...wait..." looks down at roll,
"Spot and Blink, oh ya, their cheerleader, their at the game!" Smiling he
started to skip out of the detention room, "People DO like me!"
***Meanwhile at the football game!***
Spot was mumbling, "Why do I have to be thrown up? I thought the girls got thrown up!"
I shook my head, "You're the smallest, bonehead."
"No! That freshman over there's smaller then me!" He pointed to a small girl with a pom-pom, but no 'cheerleading outfit' or in my words, uniform!
"That, my dear SHORT friend, would be a first grader!" I said, patting him on the head and running into formation for another cheer.
"Then why is she on the field!?" Spot yelled to the nonexistent form of me.
Jack, who was walking onto the field, turned to Spot smiling, "Cause she thinks your a hot-Spot... HAHA! Get it. HOT SPOT! Your names Spot. you're hot. well at least Race thinks so. I'm straight, very straight... so straight I'm like a rubber band... stretched out." Jack talking to himself walked onto a field.
Spot watched Jack walk onto the field, in his nice tight pants, "I see one hotspot." He said to himself.
"KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF!" Race yelled from the stands. Spot looked up to Race who was now trying to hide behind Mush.
Mush just smiled yelling, "BLINK! WHY CAN'T YOU WEAR PANTS LIKE THAT?"
Before I could answer, the cheerleaders started their next cheer, "We are the Emus and we will go, go, go and we will fight and we will fight fight fight, and we will win, and we will win win and we will go, fight win, Emu's play to win."
One of the slutty girls..I mean one of my fellow cheerleaders turned to Spot and I, "Come on we're gonna though footballs into the crowd!"
I smiled evilly as I walked up to Spot, "Hey Spot, and I see your balls?"
"Sure," He handed me some of his footballs.
Race started to laugh, "Why don't you explain them to us, Blink?"
"Well, they are smooth, and round, and I can hardly hold all of them in-" I began, when I was rudely interrupted by the cheerleading captain.
"Stop that! You're supposed to be giving them away."
I could hardly contain my laughter as Race yelled out, "But Spot's balls belong to me!"
Spot began to blush as he swore at Race under his breath.
We, the cheerleaders, had to run back into formation as the band began to play the school's fight song, apparently, Jack had just made the first touch-down of the game.
Well, the rest of that game went by rather quickly. Rather being relative, meaning as compared to detention with Synder. But I have to admit, Jack was good at football, he had scored 42 points for our team.and we kicked the stupid chickens butts! Whose the better non-flying bird mascot now, eh you losers!
After the game Spot and I quickly found Race and Mush, over behind the scoreboard, "Okay, ya bums, pay up, ya bet me dat We was gonna lose dis game, so pay up!"
Spot walked behind Race, "So, did ya only bet that we would win because it was a nearly impossible bet to win?"
Race turned to look at Spot, "How did you know that I like to lose?"
"What?" We all yelled together, kinda like it was part of a cheer or something.
"Ya heard me.hey, do you know who toilet papered the other teams bus?" Race asked looking over to the mummy-mobile.I mean other teams bus.
"Nope, but whoever did it is a lot, and I mean A LOT more gifted at TPing then we are." I answered as Spot began to mope.
"Speak for yourself, bonehead."
I looked to Spot, "Did you do it Spot?"
He looked at me as if I had suddenly turned into a nun, "Of course.not ya bonehead! I was with you out cheering remember!"
Mush suddenly began to smile, "I did it Blink!"
"What?" I couldn't help but to let my jaw drop almost to the floor.
"I did it.I TP-ed their bus.I thought it would make you proud of me."
I was speechless.
Mush's eyes began to water, "You are ashamed of me aren't you.you hate me don't you.I think I'm going to turn myself in now.I'm an awful person.I should just go and kill myself right now."
"No-no-no Mush, your not an awful person..." I walked up to him, putting my hands on his arms I looked into his eyes, "And I don't hate you Mush. I can never hate you. If you killed yourself I don't know how I could live on." By this time I had pulled Mush into a hug.
"You mean, your not ashamed of me?" he said letting the tears in his eyes roll down his cheeks.
"No, Mush, I'm not." I said, wiping the tears from his cheeks with my finger.
Spot laughed, patting me on the back, "Now, kiss and makeup!"
My face flashed red, "shut-up!" I looked around, "Where's my duffle-bag?"
"Isn't that it Blink?" Race said, pointing to one of the girl cheerleaders carrying his duffle bag and running into the girls' locker room.
"That little--" I ran after her, getting the door slammed in my face. I started banging on the door, "Kellie! Let me in now! Give it back! I'll tell mom!"
Jack ran next to me, "Sister problems?" he smiled.
I nodded, "She'll get what's coming to her..." I started to walk away, when the door flew open.
"This isn't Spot's!" Kellie, my little sister, yelled throwing it at me.
"No," I smirked, "It's not... does my little sister like Spot?"
She blushed, and nodded.
"Join the club." Jack said as we walked away. For some reason she never looked at Jack in the same way again.
* * *
Snyder skipped into the stands, "Where'd everyone go! I thought there was a game today! Did I really take that long in the bathroom... wait... maybe no one likes me after all!" Snyder began to cry.
***Meanwhile at the football game!***
Spot was mumbling, "Why do I have to be thrown up? I thought the girls got thrown up!"
I shook my head, "You're the smallest, bonehead."
"No! That freshman over there's smaller then me!" He pointed to a small girl with a pom-pom, but no 'cheerleading outfit' or in my words, uniform!
"That, my dear SHORT friend, would be a first grader!" I said, patting him on the head and running into formation for another cheer.
"Then why is she on the field!?" Spot yelled to the nonexistent form of me.
Jack, who was walking onto the field, turned to Spot smiling, "Cause she thinks your a hot-Spot... HAHA! Get it. HOT SPOT! Your names Spot. you're hot. well at least Race thinks so. I'm straight, very straight... so straight I'm like a rubber band... stretched out." Jack talking to himself walked onto a field.
Spot watched Jack walk onto the field, in his nice tight pants, "I see one hotspot." He said to himself.
"KEEP YOUR EYES TO YOURSELF!" Race yelled from the stands. Spot looked up to Race who was now trying to hide behind Mush.
Mush just smiled yelling, "BLINK! WHY CAN'T YOU WEAR PANTS LIKE THAT?"
Before I could answer, the cheerleaders started their next cheer, "We are the Emus and we will go, go, go and we will fight and we will fight fight fight, and we will win, and we will win win and we will go, fight win, Emu's play to win."
One of the slutty girls..I mean one of my fellow cheerleaders turned to Spot and I, "Come on we're gonna though footballs into the crowd!"
I smiled evilly as I walked up to Spot, "Hey Spot, and I see your balls?"
"Sure," He handed me some of his footballs.
Race started to laugh, "Why don't you explain them to us, Blink?"
"Well, they are smooth, and round, and I can hardly hold all of them in-" I began, when I was rudely interrupted by the cheerleading captain.
"Stop that! You're supposed to be giving them away."
I could hardly contain my laughter as Race yelled out, "But Spot's balls belong to me!"
Spot began to blush as he swore at Race under his breath.
We, the cheerleaders, had to run back into formation as the band began to play the school's fight song, apparently, Jack had just made the first touch-down of the game.
Well, the rest of that game went by rather quickly. Rather being relative, meaning as compared to detention with Synder. But I have to admit, Jack was good at football, he had scored 42 points for our team.and we kicked the stupid chickens butts! Whose the better non-flying bird mascot now, eh you losers!
After the game Spot and I quickly found Race and Mush, over behind the scoreboard, "Okay, ya bums, pay up, ya bet me dat We was gonna lose dis game, so pay up!"
Spot walked behind Race, "So, did ya only bet that we would win because it was a nearly impossible bet to win?"
Race turned to look at Spot, "How did you know that I like to lose?"
"What?" We all yelled together, kinda like it was part of a cheer or something.
"Ya heard me.hey, do you know who toilet papered the other teams bus?" Race asked looking over to the mummy-mobile.I mean other teams bus.
"Nope, but whoever did it is a lot, and I mean A LOT more gifted at TPing then we are." I answered as Spot began to mope.
"Speak for yourself, bonehead."
I looked to Spot, "Did you do it Spot?"
He looked at me as if I had suddenly turned into a nun, "Of course.not ya bonehead! I was with you out cheering remember!"
Mush suddenly began to smile, "I did it Blink!"
"What?" I couldn't help but to let my jaw drop almost to the floor.
"I did it.I TP-ed their bus.I thought it would make you proud of me."
I was speechless.
Mush's eyes began to water, "You are ashamed of me aren't you.you hate me don't you.I think I'm going to turn myself in now.I'm an awful person.I should just go and kill myself right now."
"No-no-no Mush, your not an awful person..." I walked up to him, putting my hands on his arms I looked into his eyes, "And I don't hate you Mush. I can never hate you. If you killed yourself I don't know how I could live on." By this time I had pulled Mush into a hug.
"You mean, your not ashamed of me?" he said letting the tears in his eyes roll down his cheeks.
"No, Mush, I'm not." I said, wiping the tears from his cheeks with my finger.
Spot laughed, patting me on the back, "Now, kiss and makeup!"
My face flashed red, "shut-up!" I looked around, "Where's my duffle-bag?"
"Isn't that it Blink?" Race said, pointing to one of the girl cheerleaders carrying his duffle bag and running into the girls' locker room.
"That little--" I ran after her, getting the door slammed in my face. I started banging on the door, "Kellie! Let me in now! Give it back! I'll tell mom!"
Jack ran next to me, "Sister problems?" he smiled.
I nodded, "She'll get what's coming to her..." I started to walk away, when the door flew open.
"This isn't Spot's!" Kellie, my little sister, yelled throwing it at me.
"No," I smirked, "It's not... does my little sister like Spot?"
She blushed, and nodded.
"Join the club." Jack said as we walked away. For some reason she never looked at Jack in the same way again.
* * *
Snyder skipped into the stands, "Where'd everyone go! I thought there was a game today! Did I really take that long in the bathroom... wait... maybe no one likes me after all!" Snyder began to cry.