When Cheerleaders Attack
She was the girl you envied and loved, with hair of pure blond and beauty that you only saw in magazines. Just by looking at her you knew her status: most popular girl in school. On the surface she looked and seemed happy and everyone truly thought so. She had it “all”, money, looks, boyfriend, and she was even a cheerleader.
If you would have asked me, “Will Stacy Gale kill the entire student body?” I would have told you to up your medication because she was happy with a capital H! But I guess people really are not who they appear to be, because as one of her victims I can tell you, “She killed everyone.”
It all started on a typical day, the jocks where beating up the nerds, the Goths were hexing the cheerleaders, and the cheerleaders where putting on makeup in the girls bathroom.
Stacy had just got done putting on ‘tickle me pink’ lip gloss and was searching for something in her designer bag. The gun she pulled out would be remembered forever in our small town of Sandy Valley, but to me at the time all I could do was think was it was a gun. I had no comprehension of the fact that it was a top of the line 9 millimeter with a silencer to boot. I was just pissing myself as I watched her from a stall 3 feet away, glad I had waited to leave because I hadn’t wanted to deal with the cheerleaders.
She killed her teammates in seconds and strutted out of the bathroom with a glorious smile on her perfect face. Not even taking notice of my existence. She killed over 50 students before the cops where called. She went from classroom to class room quickly killing without a moment of pause. But she was not planning on going to jail; no she had an even bigger plan.
Before the police arrived she had detonated a bomb in the school basement. Apparently she had stolen 20 pounds of C4 from her dad’s mining company. Which brings up the question, just how long has she been planning on this? But any answers where blown away with her and the school.
I on the other hand escaped by hurling myself through the bathroom window, which led to me breaking my arm on concrete. The bomb also set me on FIRE! So now I have both a broken arm and severe burns all over my body. If Stacy wasn’t dead I’d kill her myself! But this just goes to show, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Especially if they are a cheerleader with access to explosives.