Cellphones are love.
Andi was playing with her cellphone, taking pouty lip pictures and sending them to boys for fun. She was bored. It was a Saturday morning and she knew waking Sheila would be suicide, but she really wanted to talk to somebody. She went through her contacts. Hate him. She hates me. Ugh no. Cheerleader, she decided. She was worried about not making Varsity; she'd probably commit suicide if she didn't. Skating was important but cheerleader was her complete identity.
Darcy.
She dialled the number. She and Darcy weren't close like her and Sheila, or her and Penny, but she liked the co cheerleader alot.