Kasey Screws Up the World by Rachel Shane

Author:Rachel Shane [Shane, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B013F4ER6U
Publisher: Twinstar Press
Published: 2015-09-07T23:00:00+00:00

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AS EACH HEAD SWIVELED in my direction on my way to my locker, I felt like I’d been opened up on the operating table, my guts exposed for all to see. A girl tapped her friend when she spotted me, and both their eyes widened, making me stumble. I stepped around them cautiously, like I was testing the temperature of the water with my toes.

A boy I didn’t recognized came right at me in the hallway, pointing with both hands toward the front of his t-shirt. The words Team On Purpose were emblazoned in large black letters on the front of the white shirt.

Another girl tapped me on the back and gave me thumbs up before she jutted out her boobs to reveal her own Team On Purpose shirt.

I squinted at them, not sure why I should care. Theories ran through my head. New band making all the rage among students. School project requiring students to market shirts. A hipster trend I’d only like once it wasn’t cool to like it anymore.

I reached my locker and Amanda Reynolds from English class sidled up next to me. “Don’t worry. I got your back.” To emphasize this, she patted my shoulder before joining a group of girls all wearing similar white t-shirts. Except theirs said Team Drop.

The book I was holding fell from my hands. All the blood drain from my face as she strutted away. I rushed after her, weaving past cliques of Team On Purpose and Team Drop. Several people up ahead were lifting the incriminating shirts over their regular school clothes. One boy decided to strip down to his abs before donning a Team Drop.

“Amanda!” I called after her. “Wait.”

She turned around and the rest of her posse stopped as well.

“Where did you get that shirt?”

“Do you want one? Britney got it for me.” She jutted her chin toward a girl next to her.

“Fifteen bucks,” Britney said in a deadpan.

My stomach bubbled. “You’re selling these?”

Britney gave me a confused look. “Not me. The dance team.”

Of course. The dance team. My hands curled into fists. “Where?”

The warning bell blared, and I cursed under my breath. It didn’t matter where. They were probably already packing up shop and shipping off to class. I’d just have to confront them in lunch.

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