“ – yeah, I mean, she what was she thinking? XXX Her bookbag resting on its shoulder strap, she used either hand to pull both halves of her shoulder-length red hair into mock pigtails on both sides of her head. “Oh, alright– well, my name is Eloise Handler,” she replied, listening to the way her voice carried and reverberated across the cavernous space for a moment. She saw an assortment of perfectly-primped cheerleaders of every assortment of requisite color: blonde, or brunette, and caucasian. It goes without saying that, riding on the back of this historic oration, Eloise would then go on to nail the audition and secure a spot on the squad.
