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Post by kenzie mykals on Jan 1, 2009 12:45:56 GMT -5
Kenzie stepped lightly across the lockerroom, graceful and
attention-drawing. There were other girls inside, all of whom
grew silent when she passed. She knew they were talking about
her, about how much of a bitch she was and, 'She thinks she's so
special.' It was funny, because if she weren't so special, then
they wouldn't talk so much shit. Kenzie pulled her hair into a
ponytail high on top of her head as she walked out of the locker
room, hearing the chatter start back up as soon as she was out
of sight.
She smirked to herself. Kenzie knew she wasn't doing her job
right if she didn't give people something to talk about.
Sometimes she liked to purposefully cause a scene, just to see
who would come up with the biggest piece of gossip about her.
She walked into the gym, where the boys were playing
basketball already. Kenzie wondered where Jason and David
were, she looked around for them. She had called a practice for
the cheerleaders, and already saw some inside when she
stopped at the bleachers.
Kenzie was wearing a grey sports bra and baggy black sweat
pants. She took her gym bag off of her shoulder and looked over
at the girls gathered for practice. Kenzie's face took the stance
of, 'What are you losers doing? Get over here,' and she waited
while they put on their grimaces and walked over to her. She put
her bag on the bottom banch of the bleachers, inzipping it and
looking inside for her headband. When she found it, Kenzie
cleared her throat, looking up at the girls, who had finally made
it. "Okay, we've got a big game this weekend so we need to be
on point." She said with a nod, putting the headband on and
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