The Princess and the Plague : 32

The Princess and the Plague
Part 32
By Anistasia Allread
Edited by Edeyn

"So I'm off the squad?" Erika demanded, "Someone says I'm sick and I am banned from participating?"

Taylor asked, "I know you're bi, and you've been seen making out with Julian Rock. Did he get you pregnant?"

     
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"You'll bring the dress and stuff tonight, Right?" Erika asked her mother.

"Yes."

"I don't know what to do about my hair," Erika fretted.

"Don't worry. It's just the presentation. The important stuff comes tomorrow," Erika's mother explained, "You sure you are feeling up to this?"

"I have a brain tumor, Mom, I'm not dead," Erika rolled her eyes, "Yes, I feel fine. Emotionally drained, but fine."

"Okay. I'll see you before the game... you sure, you don't want me to drive you?"

"No. I mean, yes, I'm sure. Samantha's here now and we're supposed to meet up with Tricia," Erika swung her duffel onto her shoulder and headed for the front door.

"How are you feeling?" Samantha inquired, looking her friend skeptically.

"I'm a bit tired, but that's just because I didn't sleep well," Erika admitted.

"I wonder why?" Samantha's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Oh, I don't know, I guess somethings been on my mind..." Erika cracked a smile.

"You aren't going to cheer tonight are you?" Samantha nodded towards the cheer outfit that Erika was wearing.

"I don't see why I can't," Erika shrugged, "Nothing has really changed."

"You have a freaking brain tumor!" Samantha exclaimed.

"So?" Erika shrugged, "I'm not made of porcelain."

"Did you talk to Tricia last night?"

"Yea, she came over last night to comfort me."

"Oh?" Samantha's eyebrow rose.

"Mom and Dad were arguing about what I should do. She came over to give me a hug."

"What? She did a drive-by hugging?" Samantha smiled.

Erika laughed, "That's good. A drive-by hugging," she said as she chuckled, "Yes, she did."

"Are you ready for tonight?" Samantha asked.

"My mom's bringing my dress, shoes and stuff to the school. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this, though," she touched her hair.

"With all of the girls on the cheer squad, I'm sure one of us can do something with it," Samantha looked up at the sky, "It's supposed to be overcast tonight, but no rain. So it won't be quite so cold."

"So?" Erika shrugged.

"So," Samantha went on, "It may be warm enough that you won't have to wear a coat during the presentation."

"Oh."

Tricia was out of the front door before they even turned up the driveway. She flew down the pavement and wrapped her arms around Erika, holding her for a long moment.

"Are you ready for tomorrow night?" Tricia asked.

"I think so," Erika started to wonder.

"Boutineer?"

"Oh, shit! Are we supposed to get those for Homecoming? I thought it was only for Prom."

"Don't worry. I got him one," Tricia assured her.

"You don't mind this double date thing do you?"

"Not as long as I have you there," Tricia squeezed Erika's hand.

--o0o--

"Okay, what is going on?" Victoria demanded during a break between classes.

"What are you talking about?" Samantha asked.

"You three are acting all... weird," Victoria looked from Samantha to Erika to Tricia.

"I've noticed it, too," Krystal said turning her attention away from Jorge.

Samantha gave Erika an alarming look.

"Come on," Victoria urged, "We were all at camp together. We've kept..." She glanced at Jorge for a moment then back to Erika and Samantha.

"We've got a special pact, a sisterhood. We should be let in on it," she finished.

"It's up to you," Samantha said to Erika.

"I won't tell, either," Jorge added, "Krystal would kill me if I did," he gave Krystal a smile.

Erika took a deep breath and sighed long and hard before nodding. The small party of friends leaned closer to hear what she was about to say.

"I don't want this to get around the school," Erika looked from one to the other.

"Only Samantha and Tricia know so far and I don't plan on telling anyone else, so I'll know if I hear about it."

Her friends nodded.

"Last night I found out that I have..." she paused, took a breath, "I have a brain tumor."

"Oh my God!" Victoria gasped.

Krystal just stared at her, "Cancer?" she managed to mutter.

"Don't know yet. The doctor said it was the size of a grape."

"Where?" Krystal asked.

"The pituitary," Erika explained.

"Does it hurt? Causing problems?" Victoria inquired.

"It hasn't caused me any pain," Erika told them, "It has impacted..." her eyes flicked to Jorge for just a moment, "my hormones."

"What are you going to do?" Victoria asked, "is it operable?"

"The doctor says that it might be taken out."

"That really sucks," Jorge shook his head.

Tricia rolled her eyes, "D'ya think?" she oozed sarcasm.

Victoria flipped her long, dark braid over her shoulder and stood up, "I want a hug," she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Erika. Krystal's arms were around the two of them a moment later, followed by Samantha's and Tricia's.

"Whoah, can I get in on this action?" Greg remarked.

"Go to hell," Tricia spat.

"Oooh, fiesty," Tyler laughed.

"Grow up," Samantha sneered.

--o0o--

"What do you mean, I can't practice?" Erika demanded.

Melinda pulled Erika out of the gym and into a back hall, "I got word that you have a brain tumor."

"Who told you that?" Erika demanded.

"It doesn't matter," Melinda argued, "What matters is that nothing happens to you that could endanger your recovery."

"So I'm off the squad?" Erika demanded, "Someone says I'm sick and I am banned from participating?"

"You are definitely NOT off the squad," Melinda's voice was harsh.

She took a deep breath and softened her tone, "It's a school insurance thing. The school doesn't want a lawsuit against them if something should happen and you get hurt."

"So it's okay for someone to fall off from a pyramid and break a leg, but not okay for someone with a brain tumor to dance?" Erika demanded.

"Erika, please, don't get mad at me, I'm just the messenger. Take it up with Principal Crawford."

"Principal Crawford knows?" Erika could feel her blood boiling, "Who else knows about this? Does the whole school know?"

"No!" Melinda defended, "Calm down, please, Erika. No one else knows about this. I didn't tell anyone."

"Except Principal Crawford."

"No, Principal Crawford told me," Melinda corrected, "I swear, I didn't tell anyone."

"So what am I supposed to do?" Erika demanded.

"Talk to Principal Crawford," Melinda was almost in tears.

"Fine!" Erika spun on her heels and stormed through the gym and towards the office.

--o0o--

"I'm sorry, Erika," Principal Crawford apologized, "The school can't risk you getting hurt. Not unless we have a doctor's note saying that you are risk-free enough to be on the Cheer squad."

"Rally squad," Erika corrected, "Rally only dances, we don't do tumbling."

"It doesn't change my decision. I'm sorry Erika."

"What if I get my doctor to write a letter saying that it would be okay?"

"Then, it would take the liability off of the school, and I would most definitely allow you back," Principal Crawford explained.

"Mrs. Crawford, how did you find out? Who told you?" Erika asked.

"I got a concerned call from your mother," The Principal disclosed.

Erika bit back some very unladylike words, and kept silent.

"She's worried about you, Erika," Principal Crawford tried to excuse Erika's mother.

Erika kept silent.

"Is there anything I can do?" the principal asked.

"Let me back on the squad," Erika offered.

"Other than that. I can authorize a few more days off if you need it."

"I think I'll be fine, thanks."

Principal Crawford's voice was very motherly, "Are you going to be all right for tonight?"

"I'll be fine," Erika sulked, "I'd be better if I was dancing with my squad."

"I truly am sorry, Erika."

"Can I go now?"

Principal Crawford nodded.

--o0o--

Erika sat on the gym bleachers watching as the cheer and rally squads worked on their integration for the night's show. Melinda and Taylor stood out front watching. Both girls were in the evening's court presentation and would not be dressed or participating in the cheers.

Erika wanted to cry, but she'd feel stupid, if she let loose. Just what I need, to be a stinking crybaby. She hung her head.

"What's going on?" Taylor asked sitting down next to her, "Melinda said that Crawford won't allow you to cheer today for medical reasons."

"I... I really can't talk about it," Erika told her.

"I'm the Rally Captain, other than Melinda I should have the right to know what's going on."

"I know, I'm sorry," Erika sighed, "It's just I don't want anyone to know, and too many people know already."

"It's medical, right?" Taylor asked.

Erika nodded.

"I can't see how being on your period would have Crawford exclude you from Rally. Are you pregnant?"

"What?"

"Are you pregnant?" Taylor asked, "I know you're bi, and you've been seen making out with Julian Rock. Did he get you pregnant?"

"No!" Erika didn't know if she should laugh... or be insulted, "I'm just not ready to have my issues spread all over the school."

"I wouldn't tell anyone," Taylor cajoled her, "I was just curious and concerned is all."

"I have a brain tumor," Erika mumbled.

"No, seriously," Taylor scoffed.

"I am serious," Erika locked the dark girl's gaze.

"Oh, shit, you are serious aren't you?"

Erika nodded, "I found out yesterday."

"That's why your mom came by?"

"To take me to the doctor to get the news."

"Shit. That really sucks," Taylor shook her head, "Can they do something for it?"

"They want to cut it out."

Taylor shuddered at the thought, "When?"

"I don't know yet."

"You don't want anyone to know, huh?"

Erika shook her head.

"Okay. I won't say a word," Taylor gave Erika's knee a squeeze.

"Thanks."

Taylor wrapped Erika up in a hug and gave her a squeeze, "You excited about tonight?"

"Not yet," Erika admitted.

"Got other things on you mind, huh?"

"Literally," Erika smiled.

"Well, at least you can join us in the parade," Taylor encouraged her.

"I won't be able to do the pep rally," Erika scoffed.

"There will be next year," Taylor noted.

"Perhaps."

--o0o--

The coolness of the afternoon breeze chilled Erika's exposed legs under her rally uniform as she joined her squad as they waited to climb up onto a flatbed trailer, hooked up to a semi-truck. The edges of the trailer had been decorated with red and white decorations.

"How are we going to cheer on this?" Erika asked.

"Well," Jordon smiled, "You aren't. You are in the court, so you have to ride with them."

The blonde pointed down the line of vehicles and student-made floats lined up in the school parking lot.

"Have fun, Erika," Samantha smiled, "I'll be riding in one of those cars next year."

"There you are," Taylor ran up to her, "Come on, they're waiting for us."

The dark skinned beauty pulled on Erika's arm and guided her to a line of convertible cars.

"Here you go, Erika," Principal Crawford held something sparkly out. Erika took it and looked more closely at it. A small, silver tiara with white stones glimmered and dazzled her eyes in the little light being let through the clouds.

"Here slip this on, too."

Taylor held up a wide sash that draped over her shoulder. She looked down and read 'Princess' in dark letters.

"How do I..." Erika looked in askance at the tiara.

"Here, let me," Tricia came up behind her and gently took the tiara from her.

Tricia stood in front of her and carefully placed the circlet upon her head. She carefully adjusted it, then pushed the combs down into Erika's hair, securing it.

"Beautiful," she smiled.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips against Erika's.

"You're as pretty as a Princess."

"Um, she is a Princess," Taylor pointed out.

Erika flushed at the description.

"Come sit with me," Taylor summoned her.

Erika climbed into a red convertible T-bird, and sat up on the top of the back seat next to her Rally friend.

"What exactly are we doing?" Erika asked Taylor.

"We are parading to the park next to the courthouse and having our pep rally. Didn't your school do that?"

"Not a parade," Erika lied.

School had always let out early on Homecoming, so Eric always took advantage of the distraction and escaped school to the comfort of his computer and comix.

The red-and-white-clad marching band at the front of the parade began playing the school fight song.

"Here we go," Taylor beamed.

A moment later the salesperson from the car lot that the car was from released the brake and the red convertible slowly followed the floats and vehicles in front of it.

Erika was surprised to see people lining up in front of their homes to wave as the students passed, cheering and waving. Some of the student body clubs even threw candy to young kids smiling up from beside their parents. Patrons at businesses, as well as business owners, along the route came out and smiled.

Erika waved and smiled, mimicking Taylor's posture and body language as much as possible.

The park had a small stage that was permanently set up. During the summer festivals, entertainers would use it to entertain the crowd. Today, however, it was set up with a PA System. Samantha, in Melinda's absence, was in charge of the Cheer squad. Both squads lined the back of the stage. The marching band was in rank off to one side playing the fight song to the cheering and clapping of the students. A few guys sat up in the winter stripped branches of nearby trees to get a virtually unobstructed view of the rally.

Principal Crawford, bundled in a black pea coat, welcomed the student body and then introduced the football coach who spoke followed by Greg and Tyler who both told the gathered how they hoped to play a good game and win. The Student Body President then took the microphone, and introduced Melinda as the Homecoming Queen and then one-by-one announced the court.

Hearing her name, Erika's heart sped up. For once she wasn't scared or nervous. Just excited. She joined the others of the court on the stage as hundreds of pairs of eyes watched her. For once in her life, having so many eyes focused on her didn't scare her. It was almost a rush. The faces of those watching her were filled with happiness and content, rather than malice and rejection. For the first time in a long time, Erika felt accepted. Sure, her sisters of Cabin Columbine had accepted her, but it was quite a struggle to get to that point. A struggle with other strong personalities as well as a struggle within her own mind, of the possibility that she might actually like being a girl. Now, she not only liked it, she felt comfortable and accepted as such.

After the pep rally, Taylor guided her back to the car and the nice salesman quickly drove them back to the school.

"You're coming to pizza right?" Taylor asked.

"Pizza?"

"It's tradition. The cheerleaders and football players and a lot of the students meet up at Pizza Barn for a pizza feed before we go back to the school and get ready for the game.

"I... I guess so," Erika stammered, not ready for this, "Let me see what Samantha and Tricia are doing."

"They'll be there too," Taylor stated confidently.

"Okay. Sure, I guess."


 
To Be Continued...



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