Cheerleader | Kait Dredd

She pulled out her phone and texted the running back: Practice tomorrow. 6 AM. Bring your A-game, or bring a stretcher.

When the track ended, the silence was absolute. One of the junior varsity girls was crying. A clipboard clattered to the floor. cheerleader kait dredd

Kait straightened up, smoothed her skirt, and re-tied her ponytail. She walked over to Coach Henderson, close enough that the coach could smell the spearmint gum and something else—a faint trace of ozone, like after a lightning strike. She pulled out her phone and texted the

"What?"

Then she smiled—her real smile—and walked home to sharpen her poms. When the track ended, the silence was absolute

"Alright, ladies," Coach Henderson barked, clapping her hands. "Varsity spots are on the line. Show me your best rally routine."

"Push! Break! Stomp the weak! Raise the banner, hear the shriek! Not your spirit—it's your dread! V for Victory... V for Vengeance!"