The girls on the bus argued, they always argued. They argued about boys, which football player on the team was the cutest, who out of the girls danced the best, who invented the last routine, standard cheerleader stuff.
And every week she had to hear the same old stuff as they trudged half-way around the country supporting their team. But the girls didn’t care; they just wanted to be cheerleaders, to live the dream. The team didn’t matter to them.
Shit, it didn’t matter to her much; she just had to write a report every week on how badly the team had played, inserting random political bullshit in, as prescribed by the coach. At least she didn’t have to wear one of those stupid costumes. She felt comfortable in her trouser suit, and she knew it made her look sexy. The girls on the other hand, all ten of them, were still wearing their tiny little skirts and tight tops. She knew why they wore them all the way home. She knew that everyone looked at them as soon as they got off the bus at a service station, and no mater how good she looked, the attention would always go to the cheerleaders.
What did it matter? She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. It was getting dark now, and she had no idea where they were really. She would have asked Sarah; their young blonde and very stupid coach/driver, but she would have had less idea. She just pointed the bus in a direction and accelerated.
She was hot though, the only reason she wasn’t a cheerleader was because she couldn’t remember the routines. She had to be reminded that she was actually a cheerleader for the year that she did it. But, in order to keep her as part of the team, they found a job for her. Coach was just a title for her though; Kellie was the real power behind the cheerleaders.
The brunette had a body to die for. She was loud and forward, and she made sure you knew where they stood with her. Beneath her.
The other girls were your standard clichéd cheerleading squad. She looked around the bus. Kellie sat at the back, with Claire beside her. The blonde would follow her everywhere, carrying her bag, doing her work. She would cover for her all the time. Claire was paranoid about her tits though, she had fair tits, but they weren’t huge. Her strength was in her legs, they were perfect, even without heels on they looked amazing, but, standing next to Kellie, like she always was, she didn’t get a chance to shine.
Sitting in front of them were the three “sisters”. Hazel, Angela and Emily. They all looked alike, acted alike, and talked alike. But they all came from completely different families. They were all rich, intelligent and together they gave each other strength. They’d been friends since they were five; they’d started a “brunettes club” back then. How nice, she thought to herself.
The blonde twins, Charlotte and Tina, sat on the other side of the bus to them, being blonde was about their only redeeming feature, they had nice bodies, what cheerleader didn’t. But they kept to themselves; they didn’t talk to anyone else, or show any emotion. They just stuck together.
Then, there were the three that got through the net. Jeni the Chinese girl, Sophie the goth and Debbie the quiet one. They were all really nice girls. They were just messed up.
Jeni was a genius, but she was forced to be a cheerleader by her parents, trying to live the “American dream”. She had long black hair and a constant smile, but she chose to keep to herself, she was always writing.
No one had any idea how Sophie got into the squad, I mean, she could dance, man could she dance. But she didn’t try to hide that she was a goth. She always coloured her face white, and her eyes black, even her uniform had managed to take on a darker tone than everyone else’s.
And Debbie, she was pretty, but not cheerleader pretty. She looked homely, sweet. She was too shy to be here and everyone suspected that she wouldn’t see out the season.
And then there was her, Jane. She might as well have been a groupie, but she refused to hang around with the players. They stayed over every night they played, in the town that they played in. She was supposed to stay with them to report on the night and interview the players.
Bollocks to that though. She was going to go home and have a bath with a bottle of red.
She slouched down into the seat and rested her head on the back of the chair; sleep would make the journey home go quicker. She slowly closed her eyes and thought of better things.
Suddenly the bus jerked and stopped. Everyone was thrown forward and landed in different states of array. Jane fell off her seat and banged her head on the back of the chair in front.
“What the fuck Sarah!” she shouted.
“It wasn’t me!” Sarah shouted back.
Suddenly the bus jerked again, and everyone was thrown about further. The bus felt unstable. As if it wasn’t on the ground any more. It started to rock backwards and forwards. The girls all grabbed hold of the nearest chair and some grabbed hold of each other.
There was a slow tearing sound. It sounded like metal being ripped and bent. A cool breeze washed through the bus and Jane looked up. She saw the roof disappear, it just vanished. One second it was there, and the next she was looking at the stars.
One of the girls suddenly screamed and Jane peered over the top of her chair. The girls were falling over themselves to get down the bus towards the front. Jane followed their terrified gaze. Looking down into the bus was a huge face. Jane shook her head and looked again.
The face had a kind of bemused look, and then abruptly it changed to a look of excitement. She’d seen that look before. What the fuck was going on? Giants didn’t exist.
A huge hand suddenly blocked her view as it reached into the bus. The girls screamed again and fought to get away from the hand. Jane just sat and watched in terror.
The hand grabbed Emily by a foot and lifted her into the air. She, like all the girls had taken her trainers off, so she hung in the air wearing her knee length socks, her small skirt and her top. Her skirt blew in the breeze, hanging own over her body as she hung upside down. Her free leg kicked around and her hands flailed. She tried to curl up to grab the fingers that held her, but she was being dragged too fast through the air.
The giant held her in front of his face, holding her foot between his thumb and forefinger. Hazel and Angela screamed Emily’s name, the other girls were crying.
The giant licked his lips and Emily screamed, it lifted her higher and tilted his head back, opening its mouth it stuck its tongue out and lowered her into onto it. Once the top half of her body was touching his tongue he pulled it in, still holding her foot. Her screaming and kicking intensified as she was dragged into the giant’s mouth. He continued to lower her until all they could hear was a muffled cry. He closed his lips around his thumb and forefinger, and slowly withdrew them.
Moving his head back down to face them, he swallowed with a gulp. His Adam’s apple rising then falling, a shape could be seen going down his throat, and then it was gone. The giant smiled and licked his lips again.
Angela screamed at the giant and started to run back down the bus. Hazel tried to stop her but Angela fought past. She waved her fists at the giant as she ran down towards him, screaming some incoherent threats. The rest of the girls watched in horror.
The giant noticed her, and reached for her. Realising what she’d done, Angela began to scream and back away. The giant grabbed her round the back of her neck; pulling on her top he lifted her into the air. She tried to hit his fingers with her hands whilst kicking her legs. She was crying and screaming. The giant opened his mouth again and lowered her feet first into it. He closed his mouth around her waist and then there was a crunch.
Angela screamed a blood-curdling cry as the giant pulled her slowly out of his mouth. She screamed for a little while then passed out. As her body was slowly drawn out of his mouth the girls all screamed in shock, the giant had bitten her in half. Blood and organs poured out of her, some of her tattered skirt blew in the breeze.
The giant swallowed her bottom half and lowered what was left back into his mouth. Gripping her around her waist again he sucked on her what was left of her body; she went very pale very quickly, all the blood draining out of her. He pushed on her head and her body was shoved into his mouth, he swallowed the rest of her and seemed to savour her taste.
Hazel fainted and most of the other girls were reduced to sobs. Sarah just watched in horror as the giant lowered his hand in again.
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