The Adolescent

By Joseph R. Detton

The Adolescent can be deemed macabre as it highlights an adventurous covey of young girls and their campaign to kill men. Girls generally do not think in such a manner. Only anomalies would.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524539870

Joseph R. Detton

Joseph R. Detton has a master’s degree in social science from Binghamton University. An accomplished writer, he has written many books that are available on the Internet. His writings include The Journey’s End, Mental Illness/Anthology, The Novela, The Adolescent, and The Christened. He was born in Syracuse, New York, and has traveled extensively throughout the States. He has published articles in reviews, poems in anthologies, and editorials in newspapers and college publications. The author is an avid reader and enjoys lifting weights. He makes his home in Los Angeles and New York State and looks forward to producing more literary works.

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She was thirteen years old. One couldn’t deny the fact that she was attractive in a precocious way. Her boyfriend was fifteen, and she did all the right things to excite him. She had long, silky hair and straight bangs. Her figure was youthful and taut. Her eyes were dark and vitreous; her teeth were white and perfect as well. She loved her boyfriend as herself as she was somewhat forward and went after what she wanted. Her name was Debra, and it was appropriately reduced to Debbie.

Debbie’s family was close-knit, her parents authoritative and nurturing. She was an only child. At times she would fantasize about having siblings. As a youth, in her first few grades, she interacted with some other girls, although she felt eternally alone. Debbie’s grades were adequate; she fared better in ensuing years of study. She grew up in exurbia and would walk up the high hill to her classes.

But now she was in the eighth grade and was revered as a pretty and intelligent student by her fellow classmates. The name of her middle school was Albert Einstein. It was one of many in the town of Breston, a fairly large city in a western state.

Debbie liked school and was looking forward to the ninth grade so she could study enriched English, algebra, and French. She met her boyfriend at Albert Einstein as he was in the tenth grade. His name was Dennis, and he was guaranteed a new car when he reached the age of sixteen. He came from a well-to-do family, and he liked sports and excelled in academia as well.

Sometimes there were parties up the hill proximal to the elementary school, and some of the older kids would bring beer to ingest and pot to get high on. Some of the kids would take to the bushes to have sex, and one could hear them engaged in the act. Debbie was one of these kids, and she usually did it with Dennis in one of the older kids’ cars. Debbie was considered a druggie at school, and Dennis, a jock. Parties were only on weekends, and most of the kids would crash in the open area where the grass was high.

Debbie was responsible in her studies and set aside adequate time to read and write. She liked English and did appreciably well in book reports. She had many friends and was probably the most popular girl in the eighth grade. Debbie was a cheerleader and had a pretty set of legs. She was the leader and in effect, rendered herself a cheerleading instructor in the absence of the coach.

Only the prettiest girls were selected to lead cheers for sports, and these girls were the most popular in the school that contained 320 eighth-graders. The cheerleaders were to assemble in the large gymnasium after classes and initiate practice with some routine stretches. All the girls could do a split, and all were brave enough to be tossed up into the air, only to be caught by four girls on the ground.

Debbie did much to compete with another voluptuous cheerleader who was as pretty as herself but not as popular. Her name was Cheryl, and her boyfriend was just as good-looking as Dennis. Debbie was a little bit jealous and worked harder to maintain her leading position in the squad.

The cheerleaders were trained by an eighth-grade math teacher who considered Debbie the smartest kid in the class. Her name was Mrs. Curtis, and she had some pretty legs for her age. If she were to date high school students, there would have been many dates as she was very attractive.

The cheerleading squad practiced after classes every day as there were many cheers to perform. Out of the many would-be cheerleaders, only twelve were to make the final cut. These were the most attractive girls in their grade, and some were a little on the aggressive side. Most had boyfriends—guys who were good in sports, the toughest of the eighth-graders.

Debbie was considered the prima donna of the girls and was quite a paragon of hard-working and talented attributes. Before the coach would show up, she would lead in the required stretching and calisthenics. All the girls were able to do splits, and this striving was particularly fascinating.

The girls would form a pyramid of bodies that consisted of four girls on the floor and three on this four. Debbie was the girl highest on the shoulders of the seven, as four other girls would lead a separate cheer. Debbie would swan-dive into the arms of these four girls. She would come to her standing position and lead in another cheer, and then she would do a flip and land in a split. During the football games, these cheerleaders were met with loud approbation.

The practice sessions required push-ups, and Debbie could do quite a few. Also, a routine was the position of a headstand that was converted to a handstand, and only a couple of the squad members were able to do this.

The squad was particularly capable of maintaining difficult symmetrical rhythms set to the contingent marches played by the band. Debbie was to lead all the cheers, and there were many.

During the school proper, the cheerleaders were the most attractive and popular of the students. Without prior knowledge, one would conclude a certain girl was on the squad. Although some of the smarter girls were respected, the cheerleaders were the ones everyone wanted to emulate. There were no poorer cheerleaders than some of the smartest girls, and most lived in well-to-do homes in the suburbs of Breston. Some of their parents were yuppies and drove the most expensive automobiles.

The average cheerleader received grades of Bs and Cs, and only half would go on to college. Most of the girls would party in the hills, and most would lose their virginity as well. Debbie would remain with her boyfriend for many years and would stay in touch with him after high school ended.

Sometimes, after school got out for the day, some of the girls and their boyfriends would frequent the trestle and drink beers and smoke. Some of the football players would smoke cigarettes, although this was temporary. Dennis never smoked, although Debbie did for a short time.

It was still fall. The trees were changing colors, and the school was composed of red bricks that contrasted well with the colorful leaves. The school was only one story high and outside, toward the hills, the football field was sandwiched between two sets of bleachers. There were pep rallies, and the entire football team would line up; each player was called out and would run across the field to the cheers of the crowd and the cheers led by the cheerleaders. All the different grades had their own brand of cheers to yell out loud. Dennis was the junior varsity starting quarterback. When his name was mentioned, the crowd went wild.

Junior varsity games were played on Tuesday nights, and Debbie attended them all. The first such game, Dennis had a good set of touchdown passes. The team they played against was a team that was mostly composed