Read Online Margarette (Violet) by Johi Jenkins, K LeMaire - Free Book Online
Authors: Johi Jenkins, K LeMaire
Ads: Link
feet are touching the gym
floor. Any other day it would have been totally disgusting. Today does it
really matter ? She mentally shrugs.
She hears a door slide shut behind her as the
football players march past in the next room, and a cold shiver rolls down her
spine. She presses herself against a wall, as if that made any difference. It’s
not like they’re going to walk into the girls’ restroom; the common door is
normally locked. But a girl wearing a cheerleading outfit one size too small
always needs to plan for every scenario.
She shivers long after the entire team has gone by.
When she looks at the main doors again, a pair of red sneakers is sitting just
inside. She runs and hides behind the lockers realizing someone has to be
there, but she sees no one, hears no one. She doesn’t hear anything other than
the dripping faucet.
Is she losing her mind, or is this evidence of a nightmarish
dream? Even worse, it could have been a baited hook… from a human hunter. Whatever
it is, wherever the damn shoes came from… she knows they weren’t there before.
She is truly alone, though. Paulie had left as
soon as he heard the football team exit their locker room. After some time she gives
in to her doubts and approaches the shoes. They seem alright. She has no socks,
but screw it. She puts them on and realizes they are men’s size, but given her
current streak of luck she is not about to start cursing. She just ties the
shoes quickly and leaves the gym, trying to escape without being seen.
Luckily the hallways are empty. Her plan is to
escape the back way, around the football field before practice starts. No way
is she leaving through the front of the school. She reaches the doors that lead
to the football field and peeks through.
Outside, the sunlight shines on the school grounds
through the line of trees. She wants to sprint directly into the woods, but a
large chain link fence acts as the bars of a cage. Margarette sticks her head through
the edge of the door, and sees the field blessedly empty still. She pushes the
door open and briskly walks out in her pleated cheerleading outfit, her borrowed
red shoes flashing and flickering in the light. Seeing no one, she sprints
across the open field, hoping to hide behind the field house. As she nears her
goal she runs full on in a sprint and smacks into a girl who appears around the
edge of the smaller building.
Shit ! Both girls go down in a cartoon-like
cloud of dust. Margarette’s butt smacks on the hard concrete walkway and she hears
the other girl curse. Embarrassed, she looks at the girl and recognizes Sharon.
Sharon has never said a word to her the whole time
Margarette has been at this school, but everyone knows who Sharon is. In
contrast, up and until last week Margarette was an unknown. Margaret hops up
and grabs Sharon’s arm to help her up, without thinking about who she was and
what this could mean.
Sharon looks at her with annoyance and shakes off
Margarette’s arm as she stands on her feet. “You stupid bitch.”
Margarette says, “I’m sorry, I….”
“Who the frick are you? You’re not a cheerleader.
Whose uniform are you wearing?” Sharon looks at her up and down with disdain,
and her eyes suddenly widen with recognition. She mouths the name Margarette ,
but it looks like she says Violet .
Sharon’s fierce eyes glimmer as her face changes
to an angry twisted stare. Her long dark hair falls over her shoulders as if a
stylist had just fixed it. Its color matches Margarette’s, but other than that
Margarette has no clue how May could have mistaken her for Sharon. The shorts
that Sharon wears are so short that they ride up higher than the fabric on her
crotch, showing off the perfect tan on her long legs. She wears a black metal t-shirt,
and her earlobes sparkle with the diamond earrings that Tommy gave her.
“You’re the little whore.” She pauses for dramatic
influence, and Margarette freezes at the venom in the other girl’s
floor. Any other day it would have been totally disgusting. Today does it
really matter ? She mentally shrugs.
She hears a door slide shut behind her as the
football players march past in the next room, and a cold shiver rolls down her
spine. She presses herself against a wall, as if that made any difference. It’s
not like they’re going to walk into the girls’ restroom; the common door is
normally locked. But a girl wearing a cheerleading outfit one size too small
always needs to plan for every scenario.
She shivers long after the entire team has gone by.
When she looks at the main doors again, a pair of red sneakers is sitting just
inside. She runs and hides behind the lockers realizing someone has to be
there, but she sees no one, hears no one. She doesn’t hear anything other than
the dripping faucet.
Is she losing her mind, or is this evidence of a nightmarish
dream? Even worse, it could have been a baited hook… from a human hunter. Whatever
it is, wherever the damn shoes came from… she knows they weren’t there before.
She is truly alone, though. Paulie had left as
soon as he heard the football team exit their locker room. After some time she gives
in to her doubts and approaches the shoes. They seem alright. She has no socks,
but screw it. She puts them on and realizes they are men’s size, but given her
current streak of luck she is not about to start cursing. She just ties the
shoes quickly and leaves the gym, trying to escape without being seen.
Luckily the hallways are empty. Her plan is to
escape the back way, around the football field before practice starts. No way
is she leaving through the front of the school. She reaches the doors that lead
to the football field and peeks through.
Outside, the sunlight shines on the school grounds
through the line of trees. She wants to sprint directly into the woods, but a
large chain link fence acts as the bars of a cage. Margarette sticks her head through
the edge of the door, and sees the field blessedly empty still. She pushes the
door open and briskly walks out in her pleated cheerleading outfit, her borrowed
red shoes flashing and flickering in the light. Seeing no one, she sprints
across the open field, hoping to hide behind the field house. As she nears her
goal she runs full on in a sprint and smacks into a girl who appears around the
edge of the smaller building.
Shit ! Both girls go down in a cartoon-like
cloud of dust. Margarette’s butt smacks on the hard concrete walkway and she hears
the other girl curse. Embarrassed, she looks at the girl and recognizes Sharon.
Sharon has never said a word to her the whole time
Margarette has been at this school, but everyone knows who Sharon is. In
contrast, up and until last week Margarette was an unknown. Margaret hops up
and grabs Sharon’s arm to help her up, without thinking about who she was and
what this could mean.
Sharon looks at her with annoyance and shakes off
Margarette’s arm as she stands on her feet. “You stupid bitch.”
Margarette says, “I’m sorry, I….”
“Who the frick are you? You’re not a cheerleader.
Whose uniform are you wearing?” Sharon looks at her up and down with disdain,
and her eyes suddenly widen with recognition. She mouths the name Margarette ,
but it looks like she says Violet .
Sharon’s fierce eyes glimmer as her face changes
to an angry twisted stare. Her long dark hair falls over her shoulders as if a
stylist had just fixed it. Its color matches Margarette’s, but other than that
Margarette has no clue how May could have mistaken her for Sharon. The shorts
that Sharon wears are so short that they ride up higher than the fabric on her
crotch, showing off the perfect tan on her long legs. She wears a black metal t-shirt,
and her earlobes sparkle with the diamond earrings that Tommy gave her.
“You’re the little whore.” She pauses for dramatic
influence, and Margarette freezes at the venom in the other girl’s
Similar Books
