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/*character role / tagline*/">the cheerio</div></div><div style="


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/*character name*/">Ashlynn Davenport</div></div><div style=" margin-top: 20px; box-sizing: border-box; width: 100%; height: 400px; overflow: hidden;"><div style=" height: 100%; width: 200%; overflow-y: auto;"><div style=" height: auto; width: 50%; text-align: justify; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 20px;


/*your main ic content!*/">This was the year. The one and the only chance to earn the crown every girl yearned for the most. Of course, not everyone had the chance and wanting it was simply not enough. There were only two kinds of people, obviously. The ones born to be the on top…and the others. And Ashlynn Davenport belonged to the first group, of course.<br/>
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The redhead dedicated her whole high school career to get it and success came, as expected. Being on top of the social ladder came naturally with who she was. Everyone was at least familiar with the name Davenport and what it meant. But Ash was very much aware it was not going to be enough. She simply needed more edge. And what could give her more edge than showing everyone the talent sleeping inside her small body? Getting on the cheer squad was easy, she was a dancer, had the moves and was not afraid to go for even the freaky tricks no one ever dared to attempt. That made her different from the rest. And once a member, the way up was the only way. No one wondered when Ash made the youngest cheer squad captain in history of her high school. She was right up there with the most important people at school. Just as she deserved. But that was high school. Now she was a college girl and she needed to work again to take her rightful place on the squad.<br/>
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The selection of the new captain was close. The old one graduated a year ago and now it was time for the new queen of the cheerios to rise. Ash had been leading the heaviest, the most pompous and the most luxurious campaign Easthaven Point College had ever seen. Because Ash Davenport was going to become the captain of the cheerios. Even if it was the last thing she did.<br/>
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There was only one last real obstacle in her way that she needed to tackle. Evelyn Dermot. She was the greatest competition for the cheerleader and was currently in the lead because she managed to throw the 'Goodbye Summer Party' before Ash. Everyone was there. Even the total losers. And Ash knew better that to throw a party right after her. That was nothing if not desperate. She needed the right moment and the plans were already being spun in that pretty head of hers. Halloween was getting closer and closer now and that was going to be her time. The witch hour. Something that would definitely put Evelyn Dermot six feet under. At least in the race for the captain jacket. It was the rest of the squad that voted and Ash was not willing to leave anything to accident.<br/>
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That day was like any other. Just your usual day at school, classes were in full run and everyone was already stressing over pop quizzes and the compulsory literature. Ash was strutting down the hallway, the tresses of her red hair framing her face and falling on her shoulders, her cheer skirt softly bumping into her back thighs as she walked and every step was a silent thud of the soft sole of her shoes. She knew exactly where she was walking and what her goal was. Just like always, a woman on a mission. The pair of hazel brown eyes was scanning the crowd, searching for that one head of messy hair and glasses decorated face of a person who was supposed to bring her the essay on battles of the American Civil War. Ash desperately needed an A from the History class at this point, even though it was still September.<br/>
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"Luuuuucaaaaaas! Yoo-hoo!" she waved at the resident nerd, putting her sweet fake wide smile on. Throwing her hips this way and that, she walked to the boy who was entering the chemistry lab and was ready to demand what was hers. Ash crossed the threshold of the room and realized the sudden deadly silence was only marked by a few silent gasps and whispers. Narrowing her eyes, she looked around the lab only to feel her heart skip one or two beats. There she was, unhealthily pale, lying on the counter in the front, halo of brown hair spread around her head in perfect locks, eyes wide open, lips parted, the Victorian gown hugging her body just as she was hugging the porcelain doll in her hands. The very copy of the human look alike. The human look alike with face of Evelyn Dermot.<br/>
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"You, freaks, think this is funny?" Ash shrieked, turning to Lucas and his friend and hitting his arm a few times with the set of notebooks in her hands. "You, people, are so weird! How could you even think that copying…!" The words died in her throat when she realized everyone was as shocked as her. Casting one more look at the table and the lifeless body on top of it, the true realization creeped up her spine and Ash knew what she was looking at. Her ruby red-painted lips parted as she dropped everything in her hands and a loud, almost deafening scream left her lips, almost like a fire alarm. Ear-piercing, strong and rather awakening.<br/>
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