Homecoming

Homecoming. The most miserably cold and wet game yet. The sidelines churned to a sea of mud, and I had to go and slip.

Waving goodbye to the rest of the cheer squad, I snuck into the girls showers. I unpinned my muddy wig, and ran a hot shower.

Sudsing my sweaty, flattened hair, I heard a scream. Clearing my eyes, I saw that Brittany had come back, for some reason.

"I just ducked in here to grab a shower," I claimed, "I didn't think any girls were here."

"Nice try, ASHLEY, but you left your locker open. You're busted. Still, I shouldn't be surprised, but I did think it was only me," she said, removing her wig.

There was a exclamation from off to one side, "What??!?"

We looked. Tiffany was in the locker area. Behind her, the rest of the squad was filing in.

Tiff continued, "You guys are guys, too?"

"You are all boys," said Miss Landmeier, our coach, entering from the hall, "And I had Thanksgiving in the Teacher's Pool for you discovering it, so I guess I lose the pool again."



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