"Youth is wasted on the young. I forgot how much energy I used to have." Raising her arms high and wide, she shook her pom-poms.
But only briefly. Quickly she brought her hands down, and cupped her chest.
"The girls sure are mobile too."
A smirk crossed Kelly's face, as she listened to her dad struggling to adjust.
"I've warned you about playing with my inventions." she scolded the cheerleader.
"I was ... tidying your room." Andrew answered sullenly. Kelly smiled as the cheerleader stomped one foot against the floor. It didn't look like she knew she had picked up the mannerisms of a cheerleader.
"I think you need to learn a lesson, young missy." Kelly scolded.
"-Like-, no way." Andrew turned to see Kelly already pointing that darned TF gun right at her. She started to wave her hands, then a second later, pulled her arms in and make herself a smaller target. It made no difference, as Kelly pulled the trigger.
"I think you're more of an Andrea than an Andrew." The words only distantly reached her mind, as the ray gun lit up her body in a cocoon of light.
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