The people walked two-by-two and took a long time to pass. Was it the entire town? They moved as if in a trance, utterly silent. The wood seemed colder, and Carol-Anne suddenly didn't mind Daniel wanting to get close. He squeezed her hand so tight she worried he might lose a finger. When the rear ranks finally marched by she felt herself relax, but there was a heart-stopping moment when the man at the very end, the one wearing a black goat mask so lurid and strange that it was almost unrecognizable as an animal, paused, and seemed to look straight at the three teens. Carol-Anne's every hair stood up. Thomas whimpered. Daniel's teeth chattered. Had they been spotted? Was he going to tell the others? Why was he just standing there? Just when Carol-Anne thought she couldn't bear it another second, the man looked away and walked on. She breathed a quiet sigh. Daniel tugged at his own mask again. "Did he see us?" Can't tell," Carol-Anne said. Then, after a second's hesitation: "Let's. Heavens, no. Gosh, some of it was too much fun to forget. Or too important. Like that afternoon’s cheerleading practice, for instance. She and Samantha – and Dawn, too, when that sexy little hussy wasn’t busy sneaking off to the boys’ locker room – had put together, like, the best cheerleading routines of all time. Really fast, really peppy, and incredibly complex, with lots of flips and tumbles and pyramids. Emily just knew it was going to be fantastic at the first pep rally before the first football game next week, and even better at their first full cheerleading competition later that month... ... even if they didn’t really seem to, well, practice the routines all that much. Emily couldn’t really remember actually rehearsing any of her super-amazing cheers in the gym, or watching any of her sexy friends do them, either. Thinking about that was one of the things that made her head hurt. She did fuzzily remember, though, sitting in a circle with all of the other cheerleaders,.
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