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and Kaia and I both spun around to see a slightly older version of Amy Yates strutting towards us across the gym.
    "Oh, god," Kaia groaned.
    "This doesn't look good," I whispered.
    "Stephanie Yates," Kaia muttered out of the side of her mouth. "Rumor is Amy wasn't born, she was cloned. Stephanie was in ninth at Hilltop when I was in seventh."
    Kaia rushed that last sentence because Stephanie was almost on top of us at that point.
    "Join your squad," she said to us. "I have a few announcements to make."
    Kaia and I climbed up into the bleachers. Damn it, I'd totally wanted to talk to her about what happened in the dark closet with Derek this morning. I think I was probably the only person at Roosevelt who still didn't have a cell phone. I'd been so jealous watching other kids text all day long. Desperate, I'd slipped into the library and sent Kaia an email at lunch, but of course I had no idea if she'd gotten it and I'd had no chance to check for a reply. This was the first time I'd actually seen Kaia since I walked out of first period, and now we were going to have to sit here like sheep and listen to Amy's sister lecture us. Where was the coach?
    Kaia and I sat a couple rows above Amy and her two friends. Seven other girls, probably from Lincoln, sat nearby. Being the only girl from Totem Falls, I felt like I stuck out.
    "Totem Falls girl," Stephanie barked. Yep, that pretty much confirmed it. "Nice cartwheels. Save them for junior year, they might come in handy then. Sixth period JV cheer is work ladies, and I'm your chairman of the board. First, I need to announce your JV cheer captain. Congratulations Amy Yates."
    Amy's back straightened, and she looked around at the rest of us on the bleachers, grinning from ear to ear. I kept myself in check, but there was a gasp from several of the Lincoln girls. One of them stood up. "Shouldn't that be up to the coach? Where is she anyway?"
    Stephanie put her hand on her hip. "She's with the real squad, the varsity cheerleaders. I'm in charge of you." Stephanie held up her right hand, palm out, like a traffic cop directing cars past an accident. "But before you get all squinky about who's going to be JV captain, think about it. Do you really want me calling you at midnight on a Tuesday to ask you where the varsity cheer dry cleaning is?"
    Amy's back lost a bit of its stiffness, and the Lincoln girl who had asked the question sat back down on the bleachers. A couple of the other Lincoln girls shook their heads.
    "I didn't think so," Stephanie said. "You're basically support staff for the varsity squad. Cheering on the sidelines is our job. You're responsible for planning dances, assemblies, and other events. Monday through Thursday, you'll meet here to work on the list of tasks I'll give Amy over the weekend. How she divvies up the work is up to her, but it has to get done. If the schedule permits, you'll practice your moves on Fridays. The more work you get done during the week, the better your chance of getting in a practice. If you can keep yourselves in shape, there might be room for you on the varsity squad as a junior. Keep in mind girls, the varsity squad only has twelve spots, and we've got six kickass juniors this year. That means half of you probably won't make it to the next level."
    Dead silence greeted this statement. I'm not sure what kinds of looks the other girls gave her, but they probably weren't good, because Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "I'm just sayin'. Your uniform gives you a lot of power at this school. Enjoy it while it lasts."
    The blond tyrant blathered on for the rest of sixth period. I did my best to appear like I was listening, but inside I was wrestling with serious dismay. I thought cheer would be so cool. I didn't get into it so I could be some sort of personal assistant. Still … without cheer I'd have to wear my sisters' cast off clothes to school, I'd never have started hanging out with Kaia, and I wouldn't have the possibility of a