Ophelia Myrick, a normal fifteen year old girl whose in her freshman year of high school with her two best friends, Ethan Morgan and Benny Weir, was living a normal life, or at least though she thought she was living the normal life before it all we...
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Ethan, Benny, and I were seated in Whitechapel High's cafeteria, staring at the yearbook that Benny's grandma had handed us right before we had left Ethan's house for school.
"I don't think Stephanie and your grandma got along very well," Ethan told Benny, glancing at him.
Benny's eyes flickered from Ethan's face down to the yearbook Ethan was holding in between us all, "Why?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
I pointed at the page with Stephanie's picture on it, "She signed your grandma's yearbook, "I'll get you one day. P.S. Have the worst summer ever," Ethan and I looked at him with knowing looks.
Benny knitted his eyebrows together and moved a hand off of the yearbook, getting a better look at it, "That symbol..." He pointed, "I've seen it before in my spell book. It's...a trefoil knot, a symbol meaning..." Benny picked his head up and looked in between me and Ethan with an annoyed expression, "immortality," He said slowly.
"That a hundred percent explains why she's still seventeen," I said in sudden awareness.
Ethan turned his away from me back down to the yearbook and let out a chuckle, "Okay, I am so loving your hot grandma with her magic pompoms right now," He smiled.
"Dude!" Benny whispered, "Don't talk about my grandma's pompoms like that," He told him as Ethan got up out of his chair and started to walk away. Benny sat there with a look of disbelief with a mixture of disgust still apparent on his face. - The crowd at the pep rally went wild, cheering and whistling as we ran from the back of the gym, one of the cheerleaders doing a back handspring and landing on her feet, giving a wave towards the crowd.
I forgot what it had been like to be a cheerleader. It was tiresome and boring now, but I could imagine my nine-year-old self would be envious of my future self being on a high school cheer team but was too bad my past self didn't know that vampires and several creatures I couldn't even dream of when I was little actually do exist.
We all started to cheer, jumping up and down and clapping our pompoms together, just like we had rehearsed all week.
Stephanie stood in the middle of the circle as the six remaining cheerleaders cheered around her as she did the same movements as the rest of her, compelling us to yell out, "The moment has come. This is it. Our finest hour. No stopping us now. You can't resist our power," We chanted, throwing our pompoms to our hips, "We're the forces of nature. That's what makes a star," The group came together and hoisted Stephanie up into the air, "We may look like girls, but that's not all we are!" We dropped her back down onto the floor and the student body cheered for us once again. We were all in a line as we began to chant something else, "Garna, virto, immortalis. Garna, virto, immortalis," We repeated, "Give up now 'cause you're gonna be beat," The whole squad began to circle Stephanie, "We are out for power and you're in for defeat!" Stephanie raised her arm in the air.
