The music started. A bubblegum pop anthem blared through the speakers. The other candidates—Jessica, Amy, Becca—leaped into motion. They were perfect. Bouncy. Bright. Their smiles were blinding white picket fences. They shimmied and shook, their voices a high-pitched chorus of "Go, team, go!"
Kait Dredd began to move.
As she walked out of the gymnasium, the automatic doors hissing open into the cool afternoon air, she heard the chaos erupt behind her. Arguments. Gasps. One of the pop-star girls sobbing. cheerleader kait dredd
She plucked the varsity letterman jacket off the bench—the one reserved for the squad captain—and put it on. No one stopped her. No one could. The music started