A couple of people have gotten my name confused with 'Leslie'
Idk why or how, it just happens
(\(•~•)/)
I guess that story kinda explains to you how I'm wearing a cheerleader outfit from the drama club that looks exactly like the schools and why I'm wearing makeup to make me look 'unrecognizable.' Pfft.
Also, did I mention how Sienna and Cherry practically tied me down to a chair to wear all of this?! Those cruel beasts! They even curled my hair and put it up into a high ponytail. Whenever I look down it feels like all of my hair is getting ripped out of my scalp. How do people endure this torture?!
Ok, one more thing! These skirts are really short and we all know how I feel about showing off my skin to other people.
"Guys, I can't do this." I turn around in the chair, facing the two of them.
"Yes you can, Lavender." Cherry puts a hand on my shoulder.
"How do you know I can do it?" I sigh, looking at both of them.
"Because you're you. You can do anything, Lavender. We know you can." Sienna smiles at me and I exhale. I nod my head up and down.
"Ok, ok. I can't do it." I stand up from the chair, getting ready to possibly break a hip from how much exercise the cheerleaders do. That stuff is hard work, I don't understand how people put up with that!
"Now go out there and break a leg!" Cherry shouts at me. On second thought, I probably will.
"Here goes nothing." I sigh, twisting open the door knob, stepping out into the empty hallway. I fast walk all the way to the girls locker room and step inside of it quietly. Why did I even need to wear a cheerleader outfit in the first place?!
I see the locker room is empty and I walk all around, searching for a hint as to which one is Melissa's locker. I see a sports bag with the letter 'M' bejeweled onto it. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say this is hers...
I open the zipper to the bag and try to dig through her bag. I feel a 'buzz' go throughout her bag and I see it hidden in a secret pocket in her bag.
I hear someone open a door and I quickly put my head up in alarm. I try to zip the bag up again, pretending to do my shoe laces.
"Ah, there you are! Come on! We have a big game ahead of us!" A blonde girl pops her head out of nowhere, grabbing my arm and pulling me along with her. I pout, looking behind me, realizing I still need to grab the phone. Shoot!
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The Girl with The Bad Handwriting
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