sides. I wondered for a second if Iâd died and gone to hell.
âCaitlin?â I turned my head to see a man in a paramedic outfit. âCan you hear me?â
âYes,â I said, and sat up, slowly. I found out later Iâd been lucky enough to fall square on Eliza, who suffered only a bad hip bruise and scraped elbows from catching me. Iâd escaped pretty much unscathed, other than some scratches, a bad scrape on my arm, and a cut on my knee that didnât even require stitches. My mother, who herself had almost passed out after seeing me fall, kept telling everyone it was nothing short of a miracle.
When Eliza, Lindsay, and I all finally stood up to walk to the ambulance to get bandaged up, the crowd stood and gave us a standing O. We went on to win the game big, but my topple made everything else anticlimactic.
âItâs a miracle,â my mother said to me again as we stood watching the ambulance drive off, a new white bandage wrapped around my knee. Iâd already thanked Eliza Drake, who was now somewhat of a hero and suddenly popular, and apologized to Lindsay, who was forced to wear nose splints for two months and subsequently kiss her teen modeling career good-bye. My temporary pyramid insanity, clearly, had serious and far-flung ramifications. âCan you imagine how bad it could have been? What if youâd been seriously injured?â
âI know,â I said.
âYouâre just so lucky,â she said again, squeezing my arm. âAnd next game, youâll be right back out there.â
But something had changed in me, even if I didnât know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time since my birthday. From wherever she was, Cass had finally spoken to me, reaching out from dreamland to where I stood in this waking world, half-asleep and wobbly, under those bright, bright stars.
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My mother had wanted me to come right home, sure I had a concussion or at least some broken limb the paramedics had missed, but my father let me go to the team party over her objections. On the way, me, Rina, and another cheerleader named Kelly Brandt stopped at the car wash to vacuum out Kellyâs Camaro. The car was trashed; the night before her boyfriend, a tailback named Chad, had gotten sick in the backseat. Sheâd done the best she could with towels and Lysol spray, but at the car wash we had to get down to business.
âThis is so disgusting,â Kelly said between clenched teeth, wiping the seat with the towel. As she did so she sprayed a cloud of Lysol around her head, to balance out the smell. Kelly was a nice girl, kind of a mother hen, and had taken me and Rina on to show us the ropes since she had a year over us and therefore some kind of squad seniority.
She looked out at me and Rina where we were sitting by the vacuum station, smoking cigarettes. I didnât usually, but after the game everyone had been pressing around me, talking about my fall, and I needed something to calm me down. I still felt strange, as if everything was crackling and alive all around me. Kelly said, âI canât believe youâre not even helping me.â
âChadâs your boyfriend,â Rina pointed out. âIf he was mine, Iâd be on puke patrol.â
âFunny,â Kelly growled. She hit the Lysol again, the smell wafting out into the cold air. We were all still in our cheerleading uniforms and the cut on my leg was throbbing a bit under my bandage. The car wash was deserted.
âYou know heâs just going to do it again,â Rina said to Kelly, blowing out a huge cloud of smoke. She tossed her hair, drawing out one curl to inspect the ends. âI donât even see why youâre bothering.â
âBecause it stinks,â Kelly snapped. âAnd heâs not going to do it again.â
âWhatever,â Rina said. She was in a hurry to get to the party and Bill Skerrit, the
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