p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The whole school seemed to have gathered on the football field. I mean, we are a small school, at most we enroll around five hundred something students in all grades, that first through twelve. Add in the thirty or forty teachers and twenty supporting staff members and you had something like five hundred sixty people filling the bleachers on both sides of the field. And in the center of the field you had something like a wheel. The wheel was huge, big enough for somebody to be strapped down too and spun around. At the bottom of the wheel you had one long section of thick leather straps with big brass rings and toward the top you had two separate sections of leather./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Surrounding the wheel was around six twelve gallon buckets. And standing behind the twelve buckets was the whole varsity cheerleader squad. We numbered around eight or so girls. As we stood there, we shifted our weight from one side to the other, somewhere playing with their long ponytails, others with their skirts, others were just standing there, with their hands folded in the center. Doing their best to look pretty./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"See, Manchester Academy is a private school, so we depend on donations and charity stunts to keep our programs running smoothly. Like most small schools, we had to scale down our operation. We used to have a marching band, but we had to abandon that, the band room is now a weight room for the football team. And yes, the band uniforms, sheet music, and other odds and ends had been sold for pennies on the dollar to help fund the new weight room. What can I say, football is more popular than going to Church in the deep south./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"That brings us back to the wheel. See we were about to gear up for the new football season, the first two games had been played at home. Meaning no traveling was required. But our next game was to be played at Benton, Ms. A nearby village of some twenty five hundred souls. The distance between Yazoo City and Benton is around thirty miles. But from Manchester Academy to Benton Academy it was like thirty five miles. Plus it was Benton's homecoming, and school tradition demanded that Benton forfeit one of their students to us a 'Hostage' and we in turn forfeit one of ours as a 'Hostage' in return. My little sister Hannah had agreed to be the hostage this year. And if rumors proved to be true some cheerleader called Ginger had given up her little sister too./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Anyway we needed petrol money to ship the twenty two man football team from Yazoo City to Benton, plus the eight cheerleaders and one hostage, plus a number of students who would be traveling with us to support us. Plus food, and maybe lodging depending on the weather. All of that required money, and we'll our piggy bank was flat broke. So in order to raise the needed money, we decided on a little charity./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"And we'll solve our money problems. We decided to hold a little fund raiser. Mr. Peterman, one of the biggest businessmen in town, like he owned eight Sunflowers, including the two in Yazoo City, and the one in Benton decided to give up some Tailgating condiments for free. We then decided that one of us would be strapped to the wheel and spun around and the remaining seven would throw the condiments on the unlucky girl strapped down. It was decided that the public would decide which one of us would face this messy doom and so for the last week the student body had been casting votes, to cast a vote one needed to donate two dollars to the cause./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"And so with voting coming to an end, all eight of us had gathered on the football field. A hushed silence fell over the crowd as the girls P.E coach and by default the Cheerleader coach moved toward the center of the field. Mrs. Claire Clinton was a creole beauty from Acadia. Tall, lean, strong and bold she towered over the rest of us girl and barked out the cheer drills in a strong, clear voice. She was also the only Catholic in a school full of protestants./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""/spanspan style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Good afternoon all." She called out in her clear, strong voice. "We've counted all the money now, And me, and the staff thank all of those who donated. Cause, with y'all help. We've raised close to four hundred dollars. A special thanks to Mr. Peterman, who kindly donated his goods and the steaks, our boys and girls will be eating good. Also want to take this time to offer my thanks to Hannah Mayflower, who has agreed to our hostage this year. I've been informed the old tradition of bounding a hostage during a game has been done away with. And that Benton, upon learning we will feed there hostage a steak dinner, has agreed to do the same." She said closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Anyway returning to the matter at hand. One of our eight girls will soon be getting very messy. And that one will be..." She paused and a pre recorded drum roll played on the sound system. "Sarah Mayfield!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The minute she said my name, all eyes turned to me. A deep blush colored my high cheek bones and I raised my hands up to cover my mouth. A loud whoop filled the bleachers, a mixture of cat-calls, applauds and something akin to the fabled 'Rebel yell' that famous battle cry that rushed from the throats of butternut clad Confederate clad soldiers as they rushed into the battle in hopes of securing there freedom and personal libertarians from the iron hand of the North. But I ramble on. But the noise that filled the air was maelstrom of whoops, hollers and noises. Still blushing I reached out and took into my hand the hand of the big, handsome football that had waded into the field. Smiling like a prince, he ushered me from the brood of giggling girls I had surrounded myself with and led me toward the wheel./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"As I stood over the wheel, I felt my heart beat harder and harder, Talking a deep breath, I climbed onto the thing and eased myself down. Soon, I found the straps being tightened by two of my fellow cheerleaders. Once the straps were tighten, they stepped aside and started to reach for the buckets that surrounded the wheel./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""/spanspan style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Now that Ms. Mayfield has been strapped onto the wheel." A booming voice called out from the dozen or so voice boxes that had been attached to a dozen or so eighty foot poles that dotted the area. "Her teammates are now going to spin her around and once she is spinning good, there is going to let her have it! Okay girls, on the count of three. Three, two and one and go!" The voice echoed again./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Then the wheel started to spin around. And around, and around. Laying flat on my back, and peering up at the sky, I could only mutter a few prayers as my teammates started to form a circle around me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as one of the girls tossed one of the buckets at me, a bright wave of yellow goop, landed on my side./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""/spanspan style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"And it appears the first mess is, Nacho Cheese!" Cried the voice again. "And there getting ready with the second bucket too!" The voice paused and as I passed the cheerleader with the bucket, she casually reached over and dumped the bucket over my shoes. "Thick and rich barbecue sauce seems to be the next item on the list! Boy those shoes are going to need a good washing!"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A deep blush colored my face as I made another pass. A grinning cheerleader reached over and upturned a bucket of sliced pickles on my lap. A few more turns passed till a big football player tossed a bucket of bright red ketchup. The thick, tomato pace landed on my side, and splattered all across the wheel. I made another pass and one of the girls make a quick and skillful upturn of a bucket. I took a sharp breath as the whole of my head and hair became coated with thick, ground mustard./spanstrong id="docs-internal-guid-a13bf08e-7fff-1f60-a547-13b2d65d6000" style="font-weight: normal;"/strong/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""/spanspan style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"And where getting down to the wire now folks, with one more remaining bucket to go!" The voice cried out again as the wheel came to a stop. Through a yellow haze, I could make out the figure of a tall woman moving toward the bucket. The woman smirked and tossed the bucket right on me, coating my face and the upper part of my body in baked beans./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""/spanspan style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"And Mrs. Claire Clinton finishes off things with the final bucket. A big ol' bucket of baked beans!" And with that the crowd went wild!/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-align: justify; margin-top: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The End./span/p