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Born Leaders
The plan began in December.
"Check this out, dude." Matt flung an opened letter to his pal Todd. He
picked it up and put the Playstation on pause.
"Are you stealing mail?" Todd asked.
"Didn't steal nuthin'" Matt replied. "It was delivered here."
It was a letter, mis-delivered to his house just yesterday. It was a
form letter welcoming Nicole and Brianna Lannigan to Oak Pines
Cheerleading Camp. But the Lannigans lived halfway across town, in the
upper upper-class suburbs - somehow the letter had been totally
misrouted and wound up in the mailbox of Matt's house.
They both knew Nicole and Brianna, they were a couple of sisters in the
freshman class when they were seniors in high school. But Matt and Todd
graduated three years ago, never going to college and staying home with
their parents. They worked various part-time jobs to at least pretend
they had a real life.
Todd started to read the letter out loud. "Congratulations! You are
accepted to Oak Pines Cheerleading Camp for the Summer of 2003! Your
skills as cheerleaders are among the best and we look forward to helping
you realize the maximum of your cheer potential! You will find your
airline tickets and acceptance certificates inside. Read our brochures
and fill out your forms, and remember to bring your certificates with
you - we will be seeing you in June! Call (650) 867-5309 with any
questions. Once again, congratulations!"
"Huh. Great for them." Todd said, tossing it aside. "You gonna go over
and give it to them?"
"No. Better idea." Matt said. "I'm gonna keep it." a sinister twinge
deepened his voice. "And we're gonna use it."
That's how the plan began.
---
The initial idea was met with the same accolades that met the invention
of the polio vaccine. A boon to mankind, a triumph of the spirit and a
transcendent moment in the lives of... well, just Matt and Todd. They
had the plane tickets, they had the acceptance letter. They had
everything they needed to go there themselves.
"A whole camp of cheerleaders!" Matt enthused.
"Hundreds of teenage virgins!" Todd chimed.
"And we'll have the whole place to ourselves!" Matt concluded on the
evidence.
They were beside themselves with anticipation. They believed they
literally had the tickets to paradise in their hands.
But then came the problem.
"Dude," Todd said during a game of Resident Evil, some weeks later.
"Think they let guys like us into an all-girls' camp?"
"Aw, fuck!" Matt realized.
And then the boys deliberated for another couple of weeks. They finally
emerged from long discussions and negotiations with a new accord towards
achieving a more perfect plan for the future.
"We should pretend we're cheerleaders, man." Matt said, shoveling dry
Cheerios into his mouth.
"Like that movie." Todd added.
"What movie?" Matt asked.
"You know, that one."
"Oh. Yeah."
And then a few days later Todd okayed the initiative.
"What you said, about pretending to be cheerleaders?" Todd asked Matt
when they waited for burgers at the drive thru, "We could do that."
"Right." Matt said, expressing his doubts with this course of action.
"Like that's possible."
"You leave this to me, dude." Todd said with conviction. "I'll figure
this out."
And so it was that the plan went into action.
---
By the time June rolled around, the boys were ready. They had spent the
six months by concocting a diabolical plan worthy of a children's
cartoon show. They had: grown out their hair to shoulder length, bought
fake breasts, acquired girls clothing, waxed themselves clean, and
practiced speaking in a falsetto reminiscent of Howdy Doody.
They both felt that they had come up with a fail proof plan. This from
the minds of boys who grew up with not enough TLC and a far too much
THC. But they showed up at the airport, flew to Scranton, Pennsylvania
and met the bus sent from the camp. In their sweats and baseball cap
getup, they had managed to get past every possible checkpoint, and when
they presented the official letters of acceptance to the supervisor on
the bus, they were warmly accepted.
Never mind that the boys were bigger, taller, uglier and harrier than
any girl should be. Somehow they had snuck under the radar. As they rode
aboard the old school bus into the hills, Matt and Todd were nervously
anticipating the moments and hours ahead. They frankly hadn't thought as
far ahead as days, or even weeks. They both figured they'd have to get
out of there much quicker than that.
So they started to scan the bus for early conquests. But after only a
few minutes, it became obvious that they had boarded some sort of bus
designated for the freak girls. There were a lot of chubbies on board, a
few horse-faced girls, some skags, a couple of pizza faces and one
mutant escapee. It didn't occur to them, but the whole reason they had
been able to "slip" by so far was because they weren't the ugliest ones
on the bus. By a long shot. Which was quite sad.
"Hi!" One of the chubbies said to Todd. She was seated in front of them.
"Do you know if they have pony rides at the camp?" She grinned. "I love
ponies. I hope they have pony rides. Because I really like ponies."
"Uh..." Todd replied.
"I know the brochure said nothing about pony rides, but all camps have
pony rides, and I was just thinking that this one would have pony rides,
and the last camp I went to had pony rides, and the one before that had
pony rides, but maybe that's because they were pony riding camps."
Todd kicked the seat. "Shut up, fatty." He groused. And the girl slowly
turned to face forward again. "Dude, this is a horse trailer, not a
hottie van." He said to Matt.
"It's like riding the special ed bus for cheerleaders." Matt observed.
"This sucks."
It wasn't long before the bus pulled into a driveway, and the group
filed out onto the woody, grassy terrain of the lakeside camp. Matt and
Todd ignored the pastoral scenery and tranquil setting and just ogled
chicks. At least they tried to. The place was full of snag-faced girls
that were desperately trying to look good and failing spectacularly. It
was even worse than the girls on the bus.
Todd had a plan. "Let's just get back on the bus and get the fuck outta
here, man."
"Yeah. This is a total rip-off." Matt concluded.
And as the boys turned to see the bus pull away, it dawned on them that
they were stuck hundreds of miles from home with no way back.
---
The Brambley Academy for Young Ladies was founded in 1887, by Lucretia
Brambley and advertised as way for young girls to acclimate to the
demands of being attentive wives. From the very beginning, the academy
regarded itself as one of the finest, and held itself to a high standard
of perfection. Since then, it had changed it's name a dozen times and
moved it's location five times - all to periodically transform itself
into the sort of place that would attract girls in need of help. It had
been very successful. The camp was still in the hands of the Brambley
family, and held true to it's original mission, no matter what the place
was called.
And what was it's mission? To control the United States.
Lucretia Brambley was a suffragette before the term became known. She
longed for the power and influence that only men held in this world, and
she made it her calling in life to achieve the same level of privilege
that males enjoyed. And she eventually succeeded.
'By the side of every good man is a good woman' so goes the phrase, and
it was the unofficial credo of the Brambley family. For they knew that
to control men, the most effective and subtle way was to control the
women they loved.
And that's what the Oak Pines Cheerleading School was set up to do.
Unattractive, misfit girls would arrive from all over the country and
return as the perfect companion - but under the direct influence of the
Brambley family. The camp had been careful to select the most promising
young men in schools around the country, and they invited girls from
those schools to the camp. When they returned home, they would then mate
for life, and the men would unknowingly be under the control of the
Brambleys, if only by proxy.
The plan had worked very well. The Brambleys controlled some of
congress, the courts, the executive branch, military, Fortune 500
companies, media outlets, colleges and local authorities. And less than
a dozen people knew it.
They are benevolent rulers, doing the very best to let the country rule
itself just as it should. But when they need to, they can scold the
country, and punish it like a naughty child.
---
Matt and Todd were assigned a bunk bed in a small cabin, with just six
others. They left their bags there and were told that the camp would
assemble soon. Meanwhile, the boys needed to find a phone. They wanted
out, and pronto.
"I'm gonna take a piss." Todd said, in his goofy falsetto.
Matt relaxed on the bed. "Make it quick. Then we go call a taxi or
something." Todd then wandered out to find a bathroom. Matt then turned
over on his front to lie flat, but found two obtrusive pieces of latex
in his way. He nearly grabbed them out of his shirt, but decided better
of it, and settled for lying on his back.
"Hi!" A voice said. Matt snapped to attention. "I guess we're sharing a
room. My name's Amelia." When Matt got a good look at the face the voice
was coming from, he was disappointed The voice was very seductive. Kind
of throaty and breathy at the same time. What he saw was a girl with
braces and limp pigtails.
Matt answered. "I'm Matt." Oh oh. He forgot who he was supposed to be.
And was he Nicole or was he Brianna? "I mean Nicole." He said, realizing
it didn't really matter.
"Hey, Nicole." Amelia replied. "That bus ride was so long I forgot my
name too."
"Two hours. No shocks on the bus, either. My ass hurts."
"I'm so wiped. I just want to get wasted." Amelia said. "You didn't
bring any skunk, did you?"
"Nah. I was afraid I was gonna get searched." Matt was intrigued. This
girl at least knew how to relax.
Amelia was bummed. "Shit."
All of the sudden, they were interrupted. "Hi there! I'm Carol Ann. I go
to Hogansport High School, home of the fighting crawfish! Double A
southern league champs seven years running!" She then ended her little
introduction by bouncing. "Gooo crawfish!"
"Hey there." Amelia said, trying not to pay much attention to her. Matt
barely even nodded.
"Where are you guys from?" She asked, but then didn't even wait for an
answer. "You all amped? This is gonna be the best summer ever, don't you
think? I can't wait!"
This Carol Ann girl, besides being an empty-headed fool, was about
twenty pounds over the unspoken cheerleader weight, and thirty pounds
beyond hottie status. Which in Matt's eyes made her as interesting as a
tree stump.
And then Todd returned. "Matt, dude, they told me they don't have any
phones..." He said before realizing his mistake. Fortunately, no one had
time to digest it.
"Hi! I'm Carol Ann, I got to Hogansport High School, home of the
fighting crawfish!" Carol Ann said. Again.
"Yeah." Todd replied. "I'm Nicole."
"I'M Nicole. You're Brianna." Matt interjected.
"Oh yeah." Todd realized. "Well, anyway. The counselor said that there
aren't any phones here. They have a radio thing, but no phones allowed."
"Aw, that rips." Matt complained. "Now what?"
Before any more decisions could be made, though, an announcement was
made for the camp to assemble in the courtyard. All four trudged off
together, some anticipating with great hope, others wondering who they
had to bribe to get outta here.
---
"Hoo doggie!" Cletus said, looking at the forms he had just been handed.
"Got some heartbreakers here, don't we?" In a clean, bright white room
located twenty feet below the camp, Dr. C. R. Fowler, Ph.D., was looking
over the reports for his unwitting clients. Dr. Fowler was a genius at
everything from geopolitics to brain surgery. But his position here was
as the camp witch doctor. Literally.
The secret of the camp's success wasn't surgery, mind control or other
technological approaches, they used good old-fashioned sorcery. Tried
and true for ten of thousands of years. No need to "fool with all that
modern claptrap" as Dr. Fowler would say.
Dr. Fowler, or Cletus as his coworkers called him, broke down the pile
into three categories: "Needs Help," "Needs Lots of Help" and "Dawg
Pound." Guess where he put Matt and Todd's reports?
He then brought them with him into the computer room. "Gots to git me
some help. These girls get uglier every year," Cletus said in his
southern drawl to his assembled staff. "Everybody ready now? We's gonna
have our first visitor right soon."
Up top, the gathered crowd of campers was greeted and briefed. Then they
were told to pick up their personalized schedules and activity list,
then report to the outfitters for the camp uniform and workout wear.
Then they broke by doing the camp cheer. At least most of them did.
Matt and Todd had already started to wander away. "Like a bunch of
zombies." Matt observed.
"Not the brightest bunch, are they?" Amelia said, catching up to the
two. "You guys gonna go get the schedules?"
"I guess." Todd said.
"Whatever." Matt enthused.
"Yeah." Amelia added. "This is gonna be one freakin' long camp."
Silently, they all agreed.
---
Clad in the camp-issued short shorts and sports bras, Matt and Todd
looked at each other with equal amounts of ridicule and disgust. How had
they miscalculated so badly that they wound up in this condition? How
had their brilliant plan gone so wrong? Well there was little time for
the deep, critical analysis the two boys were sure to engage in later.
It was now time for Todd's "Individual Skills Assessment Test," the
first scheduled activity, as the personalized schedule dictated. Matt's
test was soon after that.
A loose line had formed outside the cabin in which the assessment was be
made. Todd was let in, and Matt and Amelia waited outside for Todd to
finish.
"You big into the whole cheer thing?" Matt asked her.
"My mom was way big into it, and she signed me up." Amelia admitted.
"I'd much rather be home playing th' gamecube."
"Gamecube's for fags." Matt commented.
"That's what my bother says. You a gamer?"
"All the way. I got my PS2 and an XBox."
"No way!"
"Oh yeah. It's suh-weet."
Amelia was impressed. "That's so cool. I could only afford the cube."
"It's not that bad for the classic Nintendo franchise games, but..."
"Hey guys!" Carol Ann had pranced over, interrupting again. "You here
for the skills test? I'm pretty good, but I'm so excited to see what an
expert thinks! You guys excited too?"
Matt and Amelia were getting fed up. Amelia spoke. "Look, Trixie Joe, or
whatever your name is, we're having a conversation here."
"Yeah, skankbag." Matt threw in.
Carol Ann put her hand on her hip and smiled even more. "Oh, you guys!"
She said in a good-natured way that indicated she wasn't capable of
interpreting an insult.
"Hey, Carol Ann!" A voice came from behind. It was Todd. "Hey guys!"
"How'd you do, Brianna?" Carol Ann asked Todd.
"Oh, I need some work, they said." He replied. "But they said I had a
lot of potential!"
Matt snickered. "That's great." He stretched his neck. "Guess it's my
turn. Wish me luck."
"Good luck, Nicole!" Carol Ann energetically said.
Matt let himself into the cabin, exiting the sunlit outside into the
dark interior. "Hop up on the chair, sweetie," a voice said.
Matt saw a examination chair in the middle of the room and crawled up
onto it. There was only one person in the room, a middle-aged woman who
had a stethoscope and clipboard.
"You're Nicole Lannigan?" She asked.
"Yeah." Matt replied. He was worried that this test was going to be a
little more intimate than he had first assumed. But Todd got out of it
okay, so this must not be that big a deal.
"I just had your sister in here." The woman said. "My name's Patty, by
the way." She hit a lever and the chair fell back even further. "Now I
want you to relax and breathe deeply. What we'll be doing first is
checking your blood pressure and pulse, just to make sure you're in good
health. No reason to be scared."
Patty wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Matt's arm and started to
pump. As she let the air out and checked her watch, twenty feet below
ground, Dr. Fowler began his incantations.
"You care about your appearance, don't you?" Patty asked.
"Like anybody else." Matt replied, shrugging. He felt like he was drifting.
"Nicole, you care about your appearance. It is very important to you."
Matt thought. It was hard for him to concentrate. He felt a little high.
And he had plenty of experience with that feeling. Ii was true, he did
care about his appearance. And it was very important to him.
"It is important for you to look beautiful at all times." Patty continued.
Beautiful. Matt wanted to be beautiful.
"Like a lot of young women your age, you will be becoming more beautiful
and more desirable. You want this, and you welcome it. But you will not
be alarmed when it happens. You will accept it, and not question it."
He was maturing. Soon, he would be beautiful. How he looked forward to that.
"You love to wear make-up. You want to wear lipstick, mascara, blush and
powder. Learning how to apply it and use it is something you will always
work hard on. You are naked without make-up."
Make-up was crucial. How had he not understood this before? It was so
important. Where could he find some? He needed it now.
"You will want to be the very picture of femininity. You will act like
the delicate young lady that you are. You will be a well-behaved,
considerate and docile girl."
He would be these things. Matt knew he was going to be everything Patty
said he was.
"This is Nicole. This person who is a beautiful, delicate girl is
Nicole. This is you."
He was Nicole. This was who he was.
"How'd it go?" Amelia asked Matt when he left the cabin.
"Hey guys! Oh, I need some work, they said." He replied. "But they said
I had a lot of potential!"
Amelia looked at him a little cockeyed. "Uh, good?" She wasn't sure what
this meant.
"Amelia Romero?" Patty called from inside the cabin. "You're next!"
Amelia hesitatingly entered, looking at Todd and Matt with doubt. But
she still went inside.
"Do you know where I can get some make-up, Carol Ann?" Matt asked.
"Make-up?" Todd asked. "What would you want with make-up?" Matt was a
guy. He wouldn't need any make-up. That was pretty gay. But he needed
some. "Yeah, Carol Ann? Do you have any we can borrow?" Todd begged.
Carol Ann had all the answers. "There's tons at the supply shack. They
have a whole bunch of stuff, and it's all free!"
"Great!" Todd said.
"That's terrific!" Matt echoed.
---
Todd sat on the bed with Matt as they ravaged through a sack of assorted
cosmetics. They were lucky to get them, as every girl in camp seemed to
want some as well. Todd was trying his third shade of lipstick and
considering the results in a hand mirror he held. Matt was practicing
his mascara with his mirror in hand, one eye on the reflection and one
eye on his friend.
"Dude," he said to Todd, "why are you wearing lipstick? It makes you
look so totally homo."
"Lipstick is the most crucial part of my face!" Todd declared. "But I
don't understand why YOU'RE wearing make-up, Matt."
"Nicole. My name is Nicole." Matt said.
"No it's not. Your name is Matt. What the heck happened to you?"
"What happened to you, Todd?"
"Brianna." Todd replied. "If you insist that your name is Nicole, you
can at least use MY real name."
"Hey!" Amelia said, joining the two boys on the bed. "Why didn't you
wait for me?"
"Sorry!" Matt apologized "But I had to get some make-up, it's just too
weird not to have it on."
Amelia looked at Matt with a confused expression on her face. She looked
at Todd, who was nodding agreement. Then she grabbed a tube of lipstick
and started to apply it herself. "I KNOW!" She said. "What was I ever
thinking? I should have make-up on all the time!"
"Show me how to do this, Amelia!" Todd said, holding some powder in his
hands. "I'm just so ignorant!"
Amelia picked up the brush and started to apply it to Todd's face. "You
have to blend." She said. "Blend, blend, blend, and then blend some more."
The bubbly presence of Carol Ann inserted itself onto the proceedings.
"Hey guys!" She said, taking an uninvited seat on the bed.
"Hi." Amelia said.
"Yeah, Hi." Matt mumbled.
"Doing make-up?" She asked. "I love make-up!" She immediately started to
root through the pile of cosmetics. She picked out a tube of pink
lipstick and handed it to Matt. "This is your shade."
"Huh?" Was his reply.
"You're a Light Summer." Carol Ann estimated. "I used to work a
cosmetics counter at Nordstroms. It's my thing."
"What else do I need? I mean, you're the expert!" Matt had to know.
Suddenly Carol Ann was a lot more intriguing to Matt.
"Okay, you have light brown hair and fair skin and blue eyes. You want
to use light grays, light blues, roses, pinks, and lavender colors."
"What am I? What am I?" Todd queried. "Tell me!"
"Okay, you have reddish brown hair and some freckles. You're a Warm
Spring. Peach, pumpkin, golden browns, aqua and yellow-greens for you.
Like this!" She held up a glittery orangish eye shadow. Todd snatched it
out of her hands.
"Me! Me too!" Amelia begged, presenting her face for analysis.
"Deep Autumn. Dark hair, dark eyes. Blacks, charcoal, rich red, purple,
cream." Carol Ann said. And Amelia immediately went diving into the pile
for like matches.
"Me?" Todd held up a mascara for Carol Ann's opinion.
"Too light." She answered. She picked out another one. "Here. This one.
I'll put it on for you." Without further prompting, Todd stuck his face
forward and waited patiently. Carol Ann quickly and expertly applied it,
as the other two looked on and memorized the method.
"I still don't think you should be wearing make-up." Matt said to Todd,
with offense.
"So what about nail polish?" Carol Ann asked.
"Nail polish!?" All three said simultaneously. They then went back to
picking through the pile voraciously.
---
When day broke the next morning, Matt knew it was time to get up when he
saw Todd's foot - with painted toenails - dangle over the side of the
bed. "You awake, Matt?" He whispered.
"Nicole." He whispered back.
"We need to talk. Let's go outside."
They tiptoed outside into the dewy morning, careful not to wake anybody
else. They got to a clear area where they could speak in confidence. "I
don't wanna stay here, Man." Todd said. "It's time we got outta here.
Strange things are goin' on."
"Like your new need for make-up. And your new name." Matt said.
Todd scoffed at that. "Me? You're the one with the girly thing going."
"But I'm supposed to be... Never mind." Matt ended that thread. "What we
still gotta do is get out of here."
"I was looking on the activity thing." Todd held up his schedule.
"There's a trip to the small town down the road for people who need to
pick up something at the store."
"Yeah!" Matt said. "That's what we're looking for!"
"But it's not until tonight."
"Shee-it. But I guess it's better than being stuck here for the month."
Todd shrugged. "I gotta go do my face." He said, walking back to the cabin.
"Me first!" Matt said, running past him.
The two boys dressed in the shorts and camp T-shirts. Secretly, both
were revolted by the bodies they had. They felt like big apes.
Accordingly, they spent a lot of time on their shaving, catching every
last hair they could find. And they spent even more time on the make-up,
using every new skill they had to make themselves beautiful. Though not
much could really help. Carol Ann lent her expertise when she woke up.
"Welcome to Cheerleading 101." The young woman at the front of the class
said. "This is the class where we cover the fundamentals of being a the
best of the best. We will have you performing at a championship level.
And you will ALL be winners!" She was a tall blond, her hair in a pony
tail and wearing a version of the camp t-shirt with a counselor
designation on it. When she talked, she had a tendency to bounce and
gallop back and forth, and she never spoke a word in anything but the
most energetic way possible. "We'll be breaking up into groups, everyone
get in line." She pointed to a half-dozen other counselors that were
waiting at the sides of the class. "Line up with a counselor, no more
than five people to a group."
Matt found Todd and Amelia found them, and of course so did Carol Ann.
They then got to a counselor who happened to be the woman who was
leading the class. She led them over to spot where they had room to
work. "All right." She began. "We'll start off with something simple. I
want to see you walk a straight line. This will check your balance." She
marked off a line in the dirt with her shoe. "You." She pointed to Todd.
"You first."
Todd walked over to the end of line, and trudged casually along it.
"Oooo-kay." The counselor said. "A few tips." She positioned herself at
the end of the line. "One foot in front of the other, short steps, arms
out, elbows in, fingers point out, wiggle the hips. Like this." The
counselor proceeded to mince down the line smoothly, like a dancer.
"Heel-toe, heel-toe. Okay, you." She pointed to Carol Ann. "You try."
Carol Ann followed the directions and imitated the walk exactly. "That's
great!" The counselor enthused. "Now everyone try."
"Achoo!" Amelia sneezed.
"Bless you!" Carol Ann said. "Allergies?"
"Just something in the air."
Meanwhile, twenty feet below, Dr. Fowler had already begun to burn the
offerings and chant the spell he needed to. Through the sprinkler
system, an invisible smoke started to waft across the grounds of the camp.
Cletus then left his staff to continue the incantation while he got to
work on the elixir that he needed ready by lunchtime. He had a lot of
hungry mouths to feed.
"Okay, now I want to see how you do in the sit test." The head counselor
said. She seemed satisfied with the results of the walk exercise. She
walked over to a pile of folding chairs and brought one back. She set it
down and started to demonstrate. "What I want you to do is walk to the
chair and sit down."
"What does this have to do with cheerleading?" Amelia asked.
"EVERYTHING!" The counselor snapped. Amelia shut her mouth. "Watch me
now. I walk to the chair, bend at the hips and knees, smooth the skirt
under me..." She did the same as she talked. "Keeping my legs together
at all times. I then swivel into position, and if I want to, cross my
legs at the ankle." She added another important point. "And if there's
no table, like we have here, keep you hands folded on your knees and
your arms straight. Or on your lap in formal situations."
"Why don't you try." She said to Matt. He gulped.
---
Whistles blew, an announcement was made and it was time for lunch. Matt,
Todd, Amelia and Carol Ann had all worked themselves to the bone, and
were desperate for something to eat. They hobbled and minced across the
grounds, walking with their arms pointed out, the feet going heel to toe
and generally looking very swishy.
"Stop doing that!" Matt yelled at Todd.
"You stop!" Todd yelled back.
They made it eventually to the mess hall, where they got their trays and
ran it down the line for delicious, delicious food. "What do you suppose
that is?" Matt asked Amelia. He was pointing to a green semitransparent
glob with chunks in it.
"A semitransparent green glob with chunks." She replied.
"And this?" He held up a silver goblet with an orange liquid inside that
boiled despite being cold. It leaked a white mist that drifted over the rim.
"Diet shake." The lunch lady said, uninvited.
"Diet shake?" Amelia asked. She smelled the acrid odor from the mist.
"Diet shake." The lunch lady reaffirmed.
They found a table and were quickly joined by Todd, and as usual, Carol
Ann. And of course, they all sat down at the table gracefully smoothing
nonexistent skirts. "What kind of diet shake is this anyway?" Matt said
to Todd.
"A shake?" Todd said excitedly. "Cool! I thought it was some stupid
health drink." He quickly downed the whole goblet. He then plopped the
empty cup down on the table and let out a dramatic "Ahhh." Matt and
Amelia exchanged a look of doubt and then took tentative sips
simultaneously.
As the group then started to pick at the meager, miserable meal that was
laid out for them, it seemed there were no good choice. Most avoided the
glob and went for something square that had chicken in it,
hypothetically. When Matt stabbed at it, he found a lock of hair falling
in his face. He tucked it back in place, and then just as quickly,
another lock fell from the other side. After that happened a couple of
more times, he finally gave up and undid the rubber band that was
holding his hair in place. It then spilled out all over, almost into his
food. He had to gather at all back up again and refasten it in his
ponytail. It took him nearly a full minute to do so, as he had far more
hair there than he was used to. This hair wasn't just to his neck, this
hair was going down below his shoulders.
He was about to say something, but when he looked up, he saw that Todd,
Amelia and even Carol Ann all has huge heads of hair. He then just
figured he had suffered from some rare mental condition that caused him
to underestimate how much hair used to be on people's heads. That was
the only explanation. It couldn't be that everyone's hair had grown a
foot in the last few seconds, could it? He took another sip of his diet
shake to clear his mind.
And another lock of hair fell into his face.
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