Diary of a Preppy Girl

15: More Creepy Notes...and the Plan of Action

"Oh my god. Not again."

I ripped off the new sticky note that was plastered on my locker. I stared at in concentration, trying to decipher the hidden meaning of it. It was the second message I had gotten.

The scrawny, messy handwriting read: Give up

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the pathetic attempt at threatening me. Could this person be like, any vaguer? Give up what? I had nothing I was ever going to give up. They can just forget about it. I scrunched the paper in my hand and threw it on the ground.

I was standing at my locker, checking myself over in my locker mirror, when the girls strolled over.

"Hey D," Anni said, with Tiff following in return.

Margo was more quiet. She just gave me a quick nod and opened her locker. She was too engrossed in it to care about getting into any conversations.

"Hey girls." I smiled back, giving them quick air hugs and kisses.

"Hey, what's that by your feet?" Margo asked.

I darted my eyes to the floor. I shrugged. "I don't know. It was another one of those notes. It's getting so annoying."

Margo bent down and picked it up. "Give up." She looked up at me. "Give up what?"

I sighed. "How should I know. I guess some people just feel threatened by me." I flipped my hair and gave my best bitchy smile.

"Probably. The person has no life to be doing this nonsense." Tiff concluded, taking out her binders and closing her locker shut.

"I agree. Must be at an all-time low to write these pesky pointless notes." Anni said. She grabbed the note from Margo and tore it into tiny pieces. "Ignore it. They will stop once they see you're not reacting to them."

I did not know if that was true or not or if that will help, but for now that was the best option. Besides, I had other things to worry about and bigger problems up ahead. I was feeling a little jittery over the bogus doings by someone. I had never received threats like this. Everyone was too scared to try and bring me down, they wouldn't even dare. So this little scenario was getting me amused and anxious at the same time. If the person wanted war, was is what they would get from me.

. . . .

During cheerleading practice, I made the girls do a lot of practicing. We had a big game coming and I wanted them to do their best, obviously not to embarrass me. That's not what I'd want for my team. The rule of cheerleading was not to mess up or tumble during the routine. No one would like to watch one team's cheerleaders pull of a great routine while the other messed up big time, causing the player's themselves to do bad. No way.

"Come on girls! From the top!" I screamed and clapped.

The girls lined up into a big line and I pressed play for the tenth time. They did even better than before and during my part, I also did my best, finishing with a big cartwheel out into the middle of the gym. I was smiling ear to ear. For once, being genuinely happy with them and myself.

I turned back to them, clapping my hands together. "Girls, that was so much better! Great job everyone!"

They cheered and hugged each other.

I just stood on the side. I didn't really feel comfortable with group hugs. Not something I enjoyed.

"Hey Diana!"

I narrowed my eyes as I saw that Zoey girl sitting in the bleachers, waving a hand to me, with a stupid smile spread on her pale face. What was she even doing here?