So as soon as the lunch bell rang, Veronica went straight to the athletic building where Mr Richards' office was next to the boy's change room. She knocked. "Come in," was the immediate reply. When she entered, she was surprised that there was another girl already there. She was seated in one of the two chairs that were against the wall on the left of the office. Above her there was a wall clock. Mr Richards was seated behind his desk to the right. A desk top computer was on the nearest end of his desk, with some papers half covering the keyboard. There was also a chair at the far end of the room with a red filing cabinet beside it in the right corner. There were a few trophies on the filing cabinet. In the left corner was a rubber tree in a large pot. Jason introduced them, "Good afternoon Miss Wilson, this is Aimee Wong. She is a science/mathematics senior." Then to Aimee, "Miss Wong this is Veronica Wilson; she is the head cheerleader." They shook hands. "Please sit down Miss Wilson." Once she was seated, he continued, "You are both here because of your actions on Monday. Since then Mrs Markely, the deputy head, has been trying to find a way to punish you. Yesterday she remembered that all of the cheerleaders had signed a 'Cheerleader's Position Description' which included a Code of Conduct clause. Do you remember it Miss Wilson?" "Err, I remember the Position Description, Sir." "But I'm not a cheerleader," Aimee interjected. "Ah, but that is your good fortune Miss Wong; because Mrs Markely has decided to offer you a position as a cheerleader so that you will be forced to behave yourself in future." Aimee smiled at the prospect. Jason continued, "I have seen your attempt at the cheerleader routine that you posted on the internet; and I think with some practice you should be able to make the grade. There is just one problem however." "Sir?" Aimee inquired. "Yes. Your jet black hair makes it really obvious that you don't shave the hairs on your legs." Aimee looked down at her legs and screwed her face. She spends most of her time studying and as such had never seen hairy legs as an issue. "You shave your legs, don't you Miss Wilson?"
So as soon as the lunch bell rang, Veronica went straight to the athletic building where Mr Richards' office was next to the boy's change room. She knocked. "Come in," was the immediate reply. When she entered, she was surprised that there was another girl already there. She was seated in one of the two chairs that were against the wall on the left of the office. Above her there was a wall clock. Mr Richards was seated behind his desk to the right. A desk top computer was on the nearest end of his desk, with some papers half covering the keyboard. There was also a chair at the far end of the room with a red filing cabinet beside it in the right corner. There were a few trophies on the filing cabinet. In the left corner was a rubber tree in a large pot. Jason introduced them, "Good afternoon Miss Wilson, this is Aimee Wong. She is a science/mathematics senior." Then to Aimee, "Miss Wong this is Veronica Wilson; she is the head cheerleader." They shook hands. "Please sit down Miss Wilson." Once she was seated, he continued, "You are both here because of your actions on Monday. Since then Mrs Markely, the deputy head, has been trying to find a way to punish you. Yesterday she remembered that all of the cheerleaders had signed a 'Cheerleader's Position Description' which included a Code of Conduct clause. Do you remember it Miss Wilson?" "Err, I remember the Position Description, Sir." "But I'm not a cheerleader," Aimee interjected. "Ah, but that is your good fortune Miss Wong; because Mrs Markely has decided to offer you a position as a cheerleader so that you will be forced to behave yourself in future." Aimee smiled at the prospect. Jason continued, "I have seen your attempt at the cheerleader routine that you posted on the internet; and I think with some practice you should be able to make the grade. There is just one problem however." "Sir?" Aimee inquired. "Yes. Your jet black hair makes it really obvious that you don't shave the hairs on your legs." Aimee looked down at her legs and screwed her face. She spends most of her time studying and as such had never seen hairy legs as an issue. "You shave your legs, don't you Miss Wilson?"
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