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Authors: Katie Mac, Kathryn McNeill Crane
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rally, making sure that school spirit stayed high throughout the week.
Tuesday was the second day of the weeklong celebration leading up to the big game and started out the same as all the others. Buck’s Coffee was the sponsor that day, providing the most delicious spicy cheese biscuits and cinnamon scones. By 8:25, the players and cheerleaders were finished eating and were preparing to greet the excited student body.
At 8:30 , the gym doors opened, and a rush of bodies swarmed through in a race to the bleachers. The excitement level was so high that you could feel it. The bleachers and floor vibrated as feet stomped in a steady rhythm of percussion, and cheers spontaneously broke out among the students. The spirit cry of “Highlanders! Highlanders!” was loud enough that the folks down at Town Hall could hear it.
The frenzied student body had worked their excitement to epic proportions by the time the cheerleaders made it out to the gym floor, executing various flips and tumbles along the way. Forming parallel lines, the cheerleaders faced each other, creating a human tunnel for the football players to run through. With pom-poms raised and shaking, the cheerleaders prepared to lead the students in a chant, naming each player as he ran out. Mr. Draheim, the assistant principal, stood at the lectern and called each name over the PA system. Mr. Jetter, the principal, would emerge after the last of the players, and then give a small pep talk to the student body.
Because they were co-captain s, my boys were the first called, and therefore the first to run through the tunnel. I stationed myself at the far end of the line, and as Tripp ran up to me, he picked me up and spun me around before planting a firm kiss on my lips. The students went wild with their screaming and started chanting, ‘kiss her again’ over and over.
While the nature of our relationship was no secret to anyone, public display s of affection were unacceptable at school. Mr. Draheim noisily cleared his throat, and just as he opened his mouth to reprimand us, the gym door slammed against the wall. Mrs. Bowen, the librarian, rushed inside and straight up to the podium. I immediately turned around so that I could see what was happening.
It was quite evident that she was distraught . Her face was red and her meticulous bun was starting to slip from its knot. Tears streamed down her face as she approached Mr. Draheim. Covering the microphone with her hand, she leaned forward and whispered something in his ear.
A look of shock crossed Mr. Draheim’s face. Holding his composure together by only a thread, he stopped the pep rally and called Mr. Jetter to the microphone. While the bewildered students looked on, the three adults quietly conferred. With a look of dread, Mr. Jetter turned and announced to the student body, “I’m sorry to interrupt the pep rally, but I need all teachers to go to your classrooms, and then I need each of you to calmly exit the gym, freshman class first, and make your way straight to your homeroom. Please wait there for further instruction.”
Tripp still had his arms wrapped around me from when he’d picked me up. He gently turned me so that I faced him again. “Until we know what’s going on, I do NOT want you leaving my side. Your class or mine?”
Knowing that Tripp and Liam shared every class, as well as homeroom, made my choice an easy one. “Let’s just go to your class; that way we’ll all be together. I need to stop by and check in with Mrs. Keyse or she’ll mark me absent.” I knew that if we went to my class, then Liam would be worried about me.
As we walked from the gym, Liam walked up on the other side of me. “Sis, you’re with Tripp until we know something more. I’m going to head over to Mom’s class to see if she knows anything.” He kissed me on the head, punched Tripp on the arm, and walked off in the direction of the elementary wing.
Tripp pulled me tightly against his side as we mad e our way
Tuesday was the second day of the weeklong celebration leading up to the big game and started out the same as all the others. Buck’s Coffee was the sponsor that day, providing the most delicious spicy cheese biscuits and cinnamon scones. By 8:25, the players and cheerleaders were finished eating and were preparing to greet the excited student body.
At 8:30 , the gym doors opened, and a rush of bodies swarmed through in a race to the bleachers. The excitement level was so high that you could feel it. The bleachers and floor vibrated as feet stomped in a steady rhythm of percussion, and cheers spontaneously broke out among the students. The spirit cry of “Highlanders! Highlanders!” was loud enough that the folks down at Town Hall could hear it.
The frenzied student body had worked their excitement to epic proportions by the time the cheerleaders made it out to the gym floor, executing various flips and tumbles along the way. Forming parallel lines, the cheerleaders faced each other, creating a human tunnel for the football players to run through. With pom-poms raised and shaking, the cheerleaders prepared to lead the students in a chant, naming each player as he ran out. Mr. Draheim, the assistant principal, stood at the lectern and called each name over the PA system. Mr. Jetter, the principal, would emerge after the last of the players, and then give a small pep talk to the student body.
Because they were co-captain s, my boys were the first called, and therefore the first to run through the tunnel. I stationed myself at the far end of the line, and as Tripp ran up to me, he picked me up and spun me around before planting a firm kiss on my lips. The students went wild with their screaming and started chanting, ‘kiss her again’ over and over.
While the nature of our relationship was no secret to anyone, public display s of affection were unacceptable at school. Mr. Draheim noisily cleared his throat, and just as he opened his mouth to reprimand us, the gym door slammed against the wall. Mrs. Bowen, the librarian, rushed inside and straight up to the podium. I immediately turned around so that I could see what was happening.
It was quite evident that she was distraught . Her face was red and her meticulous bun was starting to slip from its knot. Tears streamed down her face as she approached Mr. Draheim. Covering the microphone with her hand, she leaned forward and whispered something in his ear.
A look of shock crossed Mr. Draheim’s face. Holding his composure together by only a thread, he stopped the pep rally and called Mr. Jetter to the microphone. While the bewildered students looked on, the three adults quietly conferred. With a look of dread, Mr. Jetter turned and announced to the student body, “I’m sorry to interrupt the pep rally, but I need all teachers to go to your classrooms, and then I need each of you to calmly exit the gym, freshman class first, and make your way straight to your homeroom. Please wait there for further instruction.”
Tripp still had his arms wrapped around me from when he’d picked me up. He gently turned me so that I faced him again. “Until we know what’s going on, I do NOT want you leaving my side. Your class or mine?”
Knowing that Tripp and Liam shared every class, as well as homeroom, made my choice an easy one. “Let’s just go to your class; that way we’ll all be together. I need to stop by and check in with Mrs. Keyse or she’ll mark me absent.” I knew that if we went to my class, then Liam would be worried about me.
As we walked from the gym, Liam walked up on the other side of me. “Sis, you’re with Tripp until we know something more. I’m going to head over to Mom’s class to see if she knows anything.” He kissed me on the head, punched Tripp on the arm, and walked off in the direction of the elementary wing.
Tripp pulled me tightly against his side as we mad e our way
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