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Cindy and the Prom King
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Author: Carol Culver
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drinking cans of Red Bull they’d smuggled in inside their backpacks. The school had a “no high-fructose corn syrup” policy, but it was hard to enforce.
    Lauren slammed her tray on the table. “I’ve had it with orphan girl.”
    Brie looked up. “What did she do now?”
    Lauren took a deep breath. “It’s nothing she did, it’s just the way she is. Since she transferred, everyone knows she’s connected to us—how, I don’t know. But some teacher asked me about her. And the soccer coach. Now some retard is asking about her. Don’t ask me why. Maybe he recognized her from his support group. I’m gonna get a sign that reads, ‘Questions about Cindy will be forwarded to an automatic answering machine. I’m not related to her. I haven’t seen her and I don’t have her number. Give it a rest,’ and wear it around my neck. Just because
our
mother happened to marry her father doesn’t mean Cindy is
our
sister.”
    “The same thing happened to me,” Brie said. “Here’s what I do. I go, ‘Thanks for asking. Now go screw yourself and leave me alone.’ ”
    Brie bit into her grilled cheese sandwich and chewed it loudly like she’d gotten hold of one of Cindy’s arms.
    When her phone rang her new favorite ring tone, Brie glanced at the caller ID and made a face.
    “Yeah, what?” she snapped into the phone.
    “I need you both to help me after school,” her mother said. “I’ve got a full schedule at the salon today. All the Laguna Vista housewives are into keeping up their summer tans starting today.”
    “We’ve got cheerleading practice, and we can’t miss that. Good news—we’re definitely going to be co-captains this year. I mean, who else but us? It won’t be you-know-who, who spent the summer at fat camp because she came home fatter than ever.”
    “Who’s that?”
    “Mom, I’m in the cafeteria. I can’t mention any names, someone might hear me. Anyway this certain person was already too heavy to jump more than two inches off the ground before she went to that camp. And it can’t be a certain person who thinks she’s God’s gift to Manderley cheerleading now that she’s had a nose job. Because guess what? There’re more important things than a perfect nose, like maybe being capable of doing a back handspring? Yeah, we’ll definitely get it for sure if the team has any sense and Ms. Lard-Ass doesn’t screw us over.”
    “I thought Cammie Bowles was the captain.”
    “She was until she fell off the pyramid during the final home game last year. What a klutz. Surprised it never happened before. Everyone told her she should be a base. What are we, her personal support staff? They thought she was okay, but it turns out she cracked her neck vertebra. We just heard she’ll be watching from the sidelines in a neck brace this year. Bad news for her, good news for us. So we’re busy today and every day after school practicing and lining up the other girls to vote for us for co-captains. We should get it. We deserve to get it. We know more routines than anyone especially you-know-who-I-mean who thinks she can get by because she’s fucking the football coach.”
    “What?”
    “Don’t tell anyone I said that. It may not be true. But it probably is. Since she had her picture in
Cheerleading Today
she’s been a total bitch. When we’re captains it’s a cinch things will be different. We’ll call the shots. We’ll decide who does what routine and then we get the big scholarship for next year, wherever we want to go—UCLA, USC …”
    “Really?” Irina said.
    “Yes, really. So get Cindy. She doesn’t need to join the band or whatever else she thinks she’s going to do. Band is for dorks anyway. Yeah, get Cindy.”
    “I tried calling her but she didn’t answer. This is important. I don’t want to have to hire someone to help me.”
    “Try again.” Brie craned her neck. Cindy was nowhere to be seen. “She’s probably gone to the computer lab to play Nancy Drew games by
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