Dionne
Gym class finally ended, and I and Violet found ourselves sitting on the bleachers, the ones that stack up high like stadium seats. I rested my back against one of the chairs, catching my breath while watching the other girls leave the gym. Violet was beside me, folding her cheerleading uniform neatly and stuffing it into her backpack. We had both changed out of the uniforms pretty quickly unlike Zara and her friends, who could confidently wear them throughout the day like a badge of honor. Violet and I... we were just different. That just wasn’t us.
I glanced over at her, curiosity gnawing at me. “So, what’s with the sudden change of heart? You know, joining cheerleading?”
Violet shrugged, zipping up her bag. “Well... someone had to have your back, right?” She turned to look at
