10. Promise

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   Sports games are over rated. I've been to plenty of games at my school. I kind of had to, Tyler was on the football team, and as his girlfriend, I had to attend every game, and wear his stinky jersey. Because I have been to sports games before, I thought I knew what to expect when I walked onto the field with Jasmine. But I was so wrong. 

   Fans and students crowded the bleachers, all of them wearing our teams colours, and screaming out their favourite players names. I heard 'Shaw' being chanted by a number of girls in the front row, but when I looked out onto the field, he was no where to be seen. I was pleasantly surprised to see how much these students support their team. Back at my school, everyone just cheers when expected, and stares at the cheerleaders during half time.

   Jasmine and I made our way to some available seats on the bleachers. It was hard to find two seats together, because we came a little late and everyone was already seated, waiting for the game to start, even though it wasn't for another thirty minutes. Our seats were near the school entrance, the fifth row up out of seven rows.

   "You're a cheerleader right? How come you're not down there on the field with the others?" I said as I watched some girls in cheerleaders uniforms line up on the field.

   "Not till half time. Those are our newest and youngest cheerleaders. We let them perform before the game, because most people are not here yet, or just not paying attention, that way if they mess up, it's not as embarrassing. When everyone else performs, the older, more experienced cheerleaders, everyones paying attention. It's like half time at the super bowel. Most people watch just to see the half time show." She explains.

   "Makes sense," I said while nodding. I looked out onto the field, and watched the cheerleaders perform. Behind them, some of the soccer team members were stretching. Not a bad sight, I thought.

   The sun was just about set by now. The field lit up by lots of bright spotlights. Why they don't just play during the daylight and not waist energy, I don't know. A buzzing from my pocket interrupted my thoughts.

   "I have to take this, it's Jody. I'll be right back". I said to Jasmine as I took the phone out of my pocket, and got out of my seat.

   She nodded at me, and I walked down the stairs and to the school entrance before answering.

   "Where are you?"

   "Hello to you to, Promise. I'm in the bathroom." Chloe said.

   "What bathroom? There's like five in this school."

   "The one by my locker, or your locker I guess." she said.

   "I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and made my way inside. Her locker wasn't to far from the back entrance of the school. Just up the hall and to the left, near the change rooms. When I walked in, Chloe wasn't there. "Chloe?" I whispered, in case someone else was in here. A few seconds later, she came out of the last stall, carrying a backpack.

   "Let's make this fast, the bathroom doors don't lock. We'll be lucky if no one comes in here." She said, then shoved the bag at me. "Why do you need this stuff anyways?" She said as I opened it up, to make sure what I asked for was in it.

   I pulled out the clothes I asked for, a few last season items, and unwrapped them, finding my credit card safely placed inside a pant leg.

   " I want to go shopping, and I can't do that without money." I said,

   "Really? You had to go through all this trouble just so you could go shopping? Whats Jody going to think when you come home with a new expensive wardrobe?" Chloe whinnied.

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