The Cheerleader Blues
Julie Osborne was one pissed girl. If you’d just looked at her for the first time, you would have wondered what in the world this girl had to be pissed about. She was beautiful, smart, had nice clothes, and lots of friends. She was a cheerleader – the head cheerleader in fact – and one of the most popular girls around. She didn’t have a car, but that was because she didn’t want one. She liked to be catered to, which often included making demands on her parents to take her places and so forth. She rarely lacked for a ride and had ridden the school bus only once. The hissy fit she’d thrown after that had convinced her father it was worth taking her so he wouldn’t have to listen to her bitch. In …