Hi, my name is Spencer Carlin. I’m a cheerleader. Hmmm I know what you’re thinking….cheerleader equals bitch. Well, usually you’d probably be right but my squad is different. Yep, that’s right I’m the new captain of King High’s cheerleaders.

So, when I say different I mean really, really different. So different that kids transfer to King High for a chance to be on the squad…..well that’s my plan…..this newest batch of wannabe’s dosen’t seem to appreciate that, or have what it takes to make the cut.

Sorry, you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about. I’d better start at the beginning, bear with me and everything will become clear…eventually. 

It’s a long story and I’m going to take my time. I know, sometimes hard and fast can be good but…..hmm I think I’ve had this conversation before, ahem! Oh, and you’ll have to get used to that. I’m a bit of a space cadet at times. I can be so blond sometimes.  

King High is your typical high school. You have your typical cliques. Jocks, Geeks, Brains, Losers, Outcasts, Stoners, Skaters, Emo’s…the list goes on…Oh, don’t forget the Cheerleaders. As in many high schools across the country the cheerleaders rule the school. When I was a freshman all my friends wanted to be on the squad. To be looked up to and envied by the female population and lusted after by the males….Ew! Why any girl would want to be the subject of an adolescent boys wet dreams beats me, the thought makes me want to throw up. 

That was back in Ohio. When I transferred to L.A. and King High sophomore year I found it was exactly the same. Although the head cheerleader at King High was an even bigger bitch than back home. If that’s even possible.

That brings me onto the subject of said head cheerleader, Stephanie Cooper. Now she redefined the term bitch. She made it her sole mission in life to torture anyone she deemed ‘uncool’ by publicly humiliating them at every opportunity. She’d get the jocks (plural!) she was sleeping with to beat up the guys and have her evil little cheer minions make life hell for the girls.

Think Gossip Girl’s Blair Waldorf on her worst day…multiply it by ten and inject steroids. The First Evil shoulda taken lessons from Stephanie, it might have stood more of a chance….So sue me I’m into Buffy….what can I say, Faith gets me wet.