leahmiller28
Pop-poms going whoosh. They all have smiles plastered on their faces. They jump up and down and around, shaking their hips for the boys.
The squad cars come screaming to a halt in front of the school. Somehtin bad has happened.
Nothing flashy or out of the ordinary. Comfortable shoes. Secure job. Smart choice of a life partner. Go to work everyday and be sensible. Stop at yellow lights. Don't be rash. Wear your hair back. Be safe.
He stumbled home in the break between twilight and dawn, the taste of another on his breath. She knew.
She cast her gaze at that one every time she said something clever in class, hoping for the laugh, the giggle, the eye contact. He suspected.
They moved along at a brisk pace. They are on a mission. There's no stopping them now. They've spent months and months preparing for this one moment. Everyone is expecting them. There is no time to stop and sight see. There is only go go go. They've prepared well, they know exactly where they are going. They have walked each step hundreds of times. They don't need to sight see. Here they come.