**I ventured into some new territory with this, feel free to share your thoughts.
The box in Christine’s hand made her feel a chill, despite the warm, still, air of the school’s hallways. It was small, easily held in one hand, and made of weathered old wood. It was stained very dark, almost black, with a greenish tint where the wood was lighter, and it had some kind of engraving on the lid and sides that she couldn’t quite make out. She didn’t know what was in it, only that Coach Reilly had seemed unhappy when he asked her to take it to the visiting team’s coach. Christine was the youngest cheerleader on the squad, and was used to doing extra minor tasks for the teams and the coach. It was just one of those things you had to do until you worked your way up the ladder.
She was still in her tight blue and gold uniform, having been pulled aside by the Coach before she could hit the showers after the day’s narrow, but demoralizing, defeat on their home field. She had blonde hair pulled back into twin braids that hung to her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a cute button nose. Her long legs and firm ass showed off the uniform’s skirt quite well, and while she didn’t have the biggest bust on the cheer team, she still filled out her top nicely.