Stacy and Shannon fidgeted in their seats as Mrs. VanHoolan continued her tirade against the unnutritious lunches that the school system fed the student body. "What these kids need is more tofu and less murdered animals." "Stacy," asked Shannon in a bored voice, "how many times has she said that so far this evening?" Stacy rolled her eyes up and stuck out her tongue as she counted on her fingers. "About sixteen." Together, they sighed. It had been a long night so far with the last half an hour being devoted to the virtues of processed soybean and nothing else. In fact, of the group of people who had come to the school board meeting, only they had stuck it out and it was clear that the board had done this on purpose to test the girl's desire to get new uniforms for their squad. Actually, it was more to drive them out, so that the board could safely ignore the request and end the meeting; it had always worked before. But not tonight. Finally, the chairman saw that the girls were not going to give up. "Mrs. VanHoolan, we thank you for your comments and rest assured we will give them all due consideration. Mrs. VanDorkan, what is the next order of business for the evening?" Mr. VanStuckenmud announced quickly before Mrs. VanHoolan could say her signature statement a seventeenth time. "The Jr. High School cheerleading squad is requesting new uniforms, Mr. Chairman," replied the board secretary just as quickly to prevent any protests from the crusading vegetarian. The girls jumped up and rushed the podium, half-knocking down the flustered and retreating older woman. Mrs. VanHoolan took the closest chair in hopes of maybe getting a final word. Stacy, a tall and lanky blonde, pulled a sheet of paper from her left sleeve. Shannon, a petite and prematurely busty brunette, pulled a loose thread from hers. "Mr. Chairman and ladies and gentlemen of the board, the Junior High Cheerleaders need new uniforms..." "We thank you for your comments and rest assured we will give them all due consideration. I now call this meeting ajur-." "Now wait a minute!" cried Shannon as her sleeve fell from her uniform exposing an athletically tone and tanned arm, "you haven't, like, even her us out." "Yeah," added Stacy, who started playing with a loose piece of yarn that had been bothering her almost as much as Mrs. VanHoolan all evening, "we, like, need these new uniforms." Mr. VanPruder looked up from a sheet of paper at the two girls. "But you just got new uniforms." "Yeah," replied Shannon doubtfully, as the small piece of yard became a large piece of yarn. "Like, five years ago," continued Stacy. "And they were hand me downs from the High Schools Junior Varsity squad," finished Shannon. "They still look good to me,” asserted Mrs. VanLikkengud.