Cheerleader Kait Dredd -

She reached down to a small Bluetooth speaker she’d placed at the edge of the mat and tapped her phone. The gymnasium was suddenly filled with the distorted, grinding bass of industrial metal.

Kait Dredd began to move.

"Miss Dredd?" Coach Henderson frowned. "You're up." cheerleader kait dredd

When the track ended, the silence was absolute. One of the junior varsity girls was crying. A clipboard clattered to the floor. She reached down to a small Bluetooth speaker

"You heard me." Kait's voice was low, a quiet rumble that cut through the pop song. "This bubblegum crap doesn't fit. You want a cheerleader? Fine. But I don't cheer for the team. The team cheers for me." "Miss Dredd

Kait straightened up, smoothed her skirt, and re-tied her ponytail. She walked over to Coach Henderson, close enough that the coach could smell the spearmint gum and something else—a faint trace of ozone, like after a lightning strike.