ls: can’t wait to wash Masters motorcycle again soon ;)
Carla had worked every angle to get on the school newspaper. She was serious about becoming a professional news photographer.
She had been annoyed by how much time she had to spend at the boys’ football and basketball games, snapping pictures of the guys in action or worse yet, of those ditzy cheerleaders prancing around. She’d much rather have been covering the girls’ softball or track teams, both of which were serious contenders for championships, unlike the pampered but lackluster boys’ teams.
She had to admit, she had warmed to the cheerleaders over the weeks. She had formed warm, if rather superficial friendships with a couple of them, and they had coaxed her into trying makeup, new hairstyles and so on. Eventually,t hey had even talked her into wearing skirts once in awhile.
Carla had become fond of the cheerleaders, even as their behavior had become increasingly slutty and outrageous over the course of the year. Their new coach, Dr. Krenn, seemed to be encouraging them to emphasize the worst aspects of the cheerleader persona. Carla had even been planning at one time to compile a collection of the most degrading things the cheerleaders were doing for an expose, but Dr. Krenn had talked her out of it.
Now, the cheerleaders were conducting a “car wash” that was pretty blatantly just an outdoor burlesque show, and yet instead of condemning them, Carla was finding herself envying them, and wishing she could be one of them.
She could, she supposed, if she were willing to drop one of her other extracurriculars, like say taking photos for the boring old school paper … .