High School Satire MAG

March 17, 2008
By Joel Frohlich, Oakton, VA

Nothing in the world simultaneously produced such opposite emotions in Ezekiel as East Maple cheerleaders. They were both bringers of shallow liberation and deep conformity; possessors of natural beauty and manufactured artificiality; givers of girlish sweetness and unfeeling ostracism. They twirled weightlessly through the air like lunar ballerinas – scantily clad ballerinas. Their costumes were carefully calculated, following some secret formula crafted to raise male testosterone to levels of euphoria, feistiness, and chauvinism. Just as they had been exploited, they in turn sought to exploit. They were angels. They were demons.

And Ezekiel was a number. He had a student ID number, 514317. A locker number, 7091. And a lunch number, 2689. His textbooks had numbers too, but he couldn’t remember them.

It was a seventh-period pep rally. Pep rallies were marginally better during seventh period. A few rebellious students would sneak out of school just before an afternoon pep rally and skip directly to freedom – if they managed to avoid getting caught during the run to the parking lot. Ezekiel had tried once, unsuccessfully. In addition to Saturday detention, 10 of his five accidentally earned spirit points had been subtracted as punishment, leaving him with a negative total.

This was East Maple High, which prided itself on graduating more students than any other high school on the East Coast – students who then dropped out of college at the highest rate of any high school alumni from the East Coast.

Shouted the cheerleaders: “East! Eager! Maple! Manly! Bobcats! Bomb ’em, Bobcats, bomb ’em! Gooooooo Bobcats!”

Or, as Ezekiel’s friend Rachel Hanson had once written for an English assignment:

“E is for Enmity, A for Alcohol,
Drink some after the game and worries will
dissolve. S – you will Sweat for us! T – you will
Thank us! In the mighty bobcats we trust!
M, Male supremacy, barely disguised
under A, Athletic equality, believe our lies.
P, Parade of conformists, join today!
Love who we command – never betray;
Embarrassment for all who go astray.”

“Love who we command” had been a reference to a new student dating service – Sweetie Service – run by the SGA. All students had filled out one-page questionnaires in their first-period classes. The results were used to find ideal matches among students. ­Students who pledged to select their Sweetie Service match as their homecoming date not only received free tickets, but also a whopping 1,000 spirit points.

“At least in the Soviet Union, the Communist Party never spoiled dating,” Rachel had once remarked privately to Ezekiel.

As for Rachel’s poem, it had received only a C due to its poor meter, awkward word choice, and uneven diction.

When at last the pep rally ended, Ezekiel swam through a sea of loud student factions to escape the gym. Squeezing his body between two unresponsive preps who moved like trees taking a walk, he glanced up and witnessed, for a fleeting moment, the two most opposite people in the universe passing in close proximity to each other.

One was Damien Petito, towering quarterback of East Maple’s varsity football team, a young man so embellished head-to-toe in decorations that he might be mistaken for a German kaiser. His plum purple and gleaming gold varsity jacket – the epitome of East Maple High – was worn so often that it was now part of his very skin, and yet, it never faded. To many, Damien was East Maple’s living, breathing mascot. Hanging from his jacket were countless ­spirit medallions, not to mention three seven-point stars denoting “Student of the Year,” a prize given to the person with the most spirit points. A fourth star was inevitable.

Crossing Damien’s path was Joseph Gilman, one of the notable East Maple intellectuals. Plaid-clad, skinny, and somewhat disheveled, Gilman was the National Merit Finalist whose name had been misspelled in the very back of the East Maple Telegram in six-point type. The administration could hardly stand broadcasting the success of such a heretic. No one knew Gilman’s actual GPA, but rumor had it Joseph was a spectacular underachiever who maintained a 3.4 with almost no effort.

Ezekiel always wanted to talk to Joseph, though he rarely did. He wanted to tell him, “I am like you. I don’t understand them.” But Ezekiel knew he and Joseph had little in common.

When Damien and Joseph crossed paths, they looked beyond each other. Each was invisible to the other. Joseph could walk past Damien burning alive and Damien would never notice – and vice versa.

Still swimming through the mob, Ezekiel escaped into the gym lobby.

“Hey! Bought your ticket to the homecoming dance yet?”

It was a loud, boot-licking SGA girl in a gaudy East Maple T-shirt, a bundle of homecoming tickets in her left hand and wad of dollar bills in her right.

“How much are they?” mumbled Ezekiel in a ­barely audible groan.


“How much?” Ezekiel barked.

“Only $10 this week!” she replied perkily.

“No,” said Ezekiel, “I mean how many spirit points.”

“Starting today, we’re dropping our ­requirement from 30 to 15!”

Wordlessly, Ezekiel walked away. Several feet in front of him, Joseph Gilman was squeezing past ­unresponsive students planted in the dead center of gym ­lobby traffic. Ezekiel wondered if Joseph Gilman had even fewer spirit points than he. His curiosity was so ­intense that he decided to ask, even though it might be an awkward question. But as Ezekiel worked his way through the throng, Joseph was diverted by two of his intellectual companions: Ruth Bentsen, a tall girl who worshipped John Lennon, and Mathew McDaniel, a witty boy who worshipped Vladimir Lenin, not to mention himself.

“Watch out,” Mathew warned Joseph, gesturing in Ezekiel’s general direction. “The SGA girls will pounce on you.”

Joseph laughed. “School dances are a joke,” he said dismissively. “The students who go are predominantly simpletons.”

In that moment, Ezekiel realized he was even more alone that he had thought. Joseph had spoken not as a bitter outcast, but as an objective intellectual, critiquing a bad play or dismissing pseudoscience. Joseph did not care about the dance; Ezekiel, how­ever, was not so indifferent. As he trudged through the crowded halls on autopilot he wondered who Rachel was taking – if she were going at all. But his thoughts quickly faded, like snow melting under a disapproving sun.

He trudged on.


Focusing on the figure ahead, Ezekiel beheld a surreal revelation, like something out of a Salvador Dali painting: a figure with the face of Rachel Hanson and the costume of an East Maple cheerleader, pompoms and all.


“Hi,” she said, smiling bashfully.

Ezekiel felt as if he might choke.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Did you … join?”

“Didn’t you see me at the pep rally?” asked Rachel.

“No, I must not have recognized you.”

Rachel blushed. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand,” she said. “I got back the results of that Swee­tie Service thing. Guess who they matched me up with?”


“Damien Petito,” she said with a smile, voice shaking with excitement. “He wants to take me to homecoming. Me! Rachel Hanson!” A demented laugh of mania and mastery belched from her mouth. “Can you believe it? Of course, there’s some tradition that football players only take cheerleaders to homecoming. So … I signed up.”

“You – you like him?” asked Ezekiel. A glimmer of irritation arose in Rachel’s blue eyes.

“Every girl likes him,” she said, as if reminding Ezekiel of the Pope’s religion. “Look, I’ve been so disappointed by high school. I’ve grown sick of it. There’s no fun in being bitter, Zeke! Enjoy your life.”

“I can’t.”

Slowly sobering, Rachel studied her old friend. Ezekiel did likewise.

“You don’t think I’m shallow, do you?” she asked after a long silence.

“No,” said Ezekiel, “I never have.”

“Well, I’ll see you around then.”

“See ya.”


Monday morning: the concrete classroom walls trapped Ezekiel like an insect in a cup. Dull sunlight seeped in through plastic blinds. All around him, students completed mundane Calculus warm-ups.

The loudspeaker clicked on.

“Saturday night, our school suffered the tragic loss of a beloved student, Rachel Hanson, who died after the car she was riding in struck a bus. The driver, Damien Petito, is being treated for non-life-threatening injuries at White Hill Hospital. Today counselors will be available in the guidance office for students to talk to. We will now pause for a moment of silence in remembrance of Rachel.”

Every sound in the room died. If he shut his eyes, Ezekiel could believe that he was the only living thing in the universe, alone in an infinite void. He felt an icy vacuum growing inside him, so chilling he would jump in a bonfire to end the cold. His ears rang with the song of dying cells.

“Please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.”

“I pledge allegiance to the flag –”

She was gone.

“of the United States of America –”

Damien had killed her.

“And to the Republic for which it stands –”

He had been drunk.

“One nation, under God, indivisible –”

Why her?

“With liberty and justice for all.”

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This article has 225 comments.

on Nov. 18 2009 at 4:51 pm
This is a very good short story. This is the kind i don't think i will ever forget, and i appreciate it.

DeeJayB GOLD said...
on Nov. 18 2009 at 2:34 pm
DeeJayB GOLD, Sulphur, Louisiana
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absolutely gorgeous writing... no grammar mistakes whatsoever (that distracts me from some articles that could be very interesting).. people like you inspire me:) and remind me that young writers aren't as stupid as some people think. Thanks a lot, lol.. but seriously, awesome article.

on Nov. 18 2009 at 12:57 pm
I think it's great. The way you portrayed it in the beginning was great. It kind of surprised me of the death at the end.

evie428 BRONZE said...
on Nov. 18 2009 at 9:21 am
evie428 BRONZE, Ontario, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"Writing a novel is not merely going on a shopping expedition across the border to an unreal land: it is hours and years spent in the factories, the streets, the cathedrals of the imagination."

Wow . . . good job! This was a bit overwhelming to read at first, I mean you started it out nice and happy, and then there was death at the end! You have writing talent though! Keep it up!

reesha SILVER said...
on Oct. 29 2009 at 7:24 am
reesha SILVER, Rawalpindi, Other
6 articles 15 photos 124 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."
Walt Disney

"Hakuna Matata!"
Lion King

"The British policy was 'unite and conquer'. But I say 'unite and conquer'."
Greg Mortenson (Three Cups of Tea)

oh ok thanks!

on Oct. 27 2009 at 7:06 pm
RachaelKristina<3 BRONZE, Carney&#39s Point, New Jersey
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That was...amazing...It as so real and so thought-provoking...You're a talented writer.

on Oct. 27 2009 at 7:02 pm
dragonfan SILVER, Arcidia, Indiana
9 articles 1 photo 213 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Death truly makes an artist"

this is outstanding,vary deep,loving,compassionate,beautiful, and vary amazing. It was sad but vary good. Don't stop writing!!!! Keep up the amazing work.

on Oct. 27 2009 at 6:15 pm
spitfire213 SILVER, North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina
8 articles 0 photos 55 comments

Favorite Quote:
In the devil's den i may be, so stab my heart and set me free.

wow really deep

on Oct. 27 2009 at 4:56 pm
wow, this is good. i read it and it was almost overwhelming at first. Then i thought about it and it was good, deep

on Oct. 27 2009 at 4:51 pm
FlyleafFreak DIAMOND, Loveland, Colorado
51 articles 0 photos 203 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I have faith in fools;self confidence my friends call it"~Edger Allan Poe
"In this world of infinite insanity, your friends are the best psychiatrists you will ever have."~Me

This piece was so..........well I can't even find words to describe it. It was so sad, yet very realistic. Outstanding, beautiful, and overly amazing job. Never. Stop. Writing.

jmc.13 said...
on Oct. 27 2009 at 3:16 pm
jmc.13, Dobbs Ferry, New York
0 articles 0 photos 58 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I'd rather regret what I did than what I didn't do."

This piece was beyond amazing. Beautifully written, shockingly accurate, and surprisingly emotional. I loved it! And anyone who does not understand it obviously isn't reading very carefully; it all makes sense to me. SO GOOD. Really, superb!

on Oct. 27 2009 at 2:15 pm
murtkitty BRONZE, Herndon, Virginia
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Sorry, hun, but did you even read the piece? Rachel wasn't a cheerleader when Zeke was friends with her... she became one after the school's dating site matched her up with Damien.

reesha SILVER said...
on Oct. 27 2009 at 2:08 am
reesha SILVER, Rawalpindi, Other
6 articles 15 photos 124 comments

Favorite Quote:
"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them."
Walt Disney

"Hakuna Matata!"
Lion King

"The British policy was 'unite and conquer'. But I say 'unite and conquer'."
Greg Mortenson (Three Cups of Tea)

The first half was fantastic! but when Rachael died, it was kind of random. I mean was Zeke ( i don't know how to spell his name :P) in love with her? How is he friends with a cheerleader?

Otherwise, I really enjoyed it.

ilovejoelf said...
on May. 13 2009 at 2:26 am
excellent piece of writing and author will become famous one day.

on Apr. 19 2009 at 1:29 am
that was really good, i think u should of mentioned earlier that he used to be friends with racheal, because i wase puzzled by the fact htat she called him a nickname, let alone adressed him. But it was still good.

on Apr. 13 2009 at 10:45 pm
YeseniaG SILVER, Livonia, Michigan
7 articles 1 photo 122 comments

Favorite Quote:
Life is what happens when you're busy making plans.

Good work. Her dying was pretty random, but then I loved how it ended. Like there should be no justice for Damien. I love how you tied the Pledge Of Allegiance with his thoughts.

on Mar. 15 2009 at 10:21 pm
Marie Tuft BRONZE, Monroe, Utah
1 article 0 photos 1 comment
The first half of this story is fantastic! I was drawn in and couldn't stop reading! However, the second part about Rachel dying was very random. It was like being slapped in the face with a wet fish. I actually started laughing just because it was so very out of the blue and melodramatic. So maybe you'd be served with a bit of foreshadowing in the first half. Not enough to give it away, but enought that her dying isn't so random.

Emily123 said...
on Jan. 25 2009 at 4:36 am
I loved it :-D Excellent writing. My favorite part is the use of language and the vocabulary. It's not too florid, but it's not simple either. Nice work!

On a side note, I'd like to add that right now after the c"omment this article" box there's an advertisement for a cheerleading community website. Talk about your satire :-)

Anyway, this is really good. Keep it up!

on Jan. 22 2009 at 11:18 pm
This was very real and SO believable! The flaws, I guess you could call them, make the characters very relatable and real. I loved the beginning about the cheerleaders, but readers have to read between the lines a bit to tie that in with the pep rally. I can imagine that in a movie, a character's booming voice would announce omnisciently the first paragraph on a close-up of a cheerleader, then zoom out to a view of the pep rally.

I loved the description, especially the line "as if reminding Ezekiel of the Pope’s religion." I can imagine someone saying the line, and the delivery of it is true, and very funny.

Very nice--keep writing!

Mikey121 said...
on Jan. 16 2009 at 2:23 pm
wow this was aaaaamazing


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