You read the flyer on the gym door. "Fall Cheer Tryouts 2:00-4:30." You chuckle in nervous anticipation. Your best friend Garth dared you to try out, since there is no rule saying only girls can try out for cheer. Holding your boombox under your left arm, you confidently stride through the double doors.
"What are you doing here, loser?" immediately chimes Brittany, the head cheerleader. "If you're just here to look at girls dancing, scram, you're not welcome here."
"Actually, I'm here to try out. No rule says I can't. School district policy says that no athletic club, team, or organization may exclude members on the sole basis of gender, race, religion, sexual orientation, national origin, age, or physical appearance. Unless you want me to complain to the School Board, you have to let me try out."
"Ugh. Fine, have your shot," she relents, clutching her forehead in a facepalm worthy of Picard on his worst day. She hands you a form to sign, which you do with a cursory glance, not bothering to read the fine print.
You press "play" on the boombox and begin to dance to "Give Up The Funk" in a ridiculous display of inappropriate pelvic thrusts, butt shakes, and moonwalks. Chelsea, a red-haired girl to Brittany's left, struggles to stifle an embarrassed chuckle. Meanwhile, Chantelle, a short, dark-haired girl on the right, retains an aura of bemusement, like she's hiding something. After an excruciating 5 minutes, you finish, and take a sarcastic bow, sure that you've cemented your cred as a class clown. Just as Brittany seems about to speak, Chantelle leans in and whispers something in her ear. Her face lights up, and she smiles suspiciously, her eyes full of sinister intent.
"All right, Michael, you seem eager to join our squad, I think I'll give you your wish. Welcome to the Southwood High Varsity Cheer Squad! Meet us on the football field tonight at 8 for your 'orientation'. I expect to see you there."
What. This was not supposed to happen. You hadn't planned on the possibility of actually being accepted onto the squad! Plus, you signed a release form saying that you would have to accept any position offered to you, or else face academic probation! This means that This is not good... Not good at all...
Later that night, you show up at the meeting place. It's dark out, and you can't see a thing. No one else seems to be here. Maybe you came early? Suddenly, you hear a *fsst* and feel a sharp pain in your neck. Reaching up, you pull a blow dart out of your neck, and collapse to the ground as everything goes black...
When you wake up, you are...
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