Sandy Johnson threw her pompoms into her backseat and sighed. These tournaments always left her frustrated. Frustrated because she hated being on the bottom of the pyramid. Frustrated, because she knew she was better than all of those blond bimbos, smarter than all of them. Even the captain, Jenna.
So why did she stay on the team? Well, being a cheerleader would look good on her college application, along with all the other extra-curricular activities she was already involved in: drama, choir, debate, yearbook, and newspaper. Sandy had always been an overachiever, and now that she was a junior at Fairview High, she knew that this was the time to really shine.
As she got into her car, she removed the elastic bands holding up the infantile pigtails and shook her dark hair loose. Then she noticed the object stuck to her windshield. Getting out of her car again, she pulled it free. It was a yellow post-it, and it bore a message scrawled in red ink: SANDY JOHNSON MUST DIE .
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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Post-It Challenge: Sandy Johnson Must Die
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