Shauna

No matter how tough you are, there’s always that one bigger dog out there. You knew you shouldn’t mess with football captain, Troy Ackerman, but the alternative was in your mind, even worse. Following a string of searing insults spat at Shauna, Troy’s cheerleader girlfriend, you’d seen and heard enough. You weren’t afraid of a whoopin, but you were for sure afraid to look at yourself in the mirror if you let the treatment slide. Lying in the hospital that night, prom night of all nights, your pride intact and your face much less so, your thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Shauna, a vision in her prom dress, stands in the doorway. Her smile makes your heart leap, and you wince as your own smile opens up the stitches on your cheekbone slightly. A little thrill in her eyes at your smile, Shauna disappears into the hallway, then renters the room pushing a cart loaded with food, party favors, and a boombox from the prom.