Living in the Moment One thing you can’t avoid no matter what high school you go to, whether it’s a huge suburban one or a smaller country one that happens to be haunted: Cheerleaders. I see a pack of them coming my way as I’m getting some books out of my locker. It reminds me that there’s a big football game coming up on Friday night. I guess the cheerleaders are trying to get some good old Harrington High spirit. A split-second glance does it. I’m getting my books and look up and then see an image in my mind that doesn’t compute. I look again toward the pack of six or seven girls and I see her. No, that can’t be. Kelsey is walking with the girls, dressed just like they are. I’m staring probably with my mouth wide open in shock when Kelsey’s smile beams my way. “Hey, Chris,” she says. I say hi, then one of them says something in a hushed tone that only girls know and the pack laughs. I don’t think it’s mean, because I don’t think Kelsey has suddenly turned into a mean girl, but who knows.
