Jen got back to the cheerleader seats. "Do you eat cotton candy from your hair now," said Ginger Malloy, "or are you making some new fashion statement?" Ginger was a whitefaced clown with navy blue diamonds around each of her eyes, and the smallest nose, mouth, and feet on the squad. She was also the richest girl in school; her father owned the Clownton Bank.
"Oh, I just ran into Jac-Jack," Jen said, fighting the urge to scowl. Ginger was the richest girl in school; her father owned the Clownton City Bank, and seemed to think that meant she should be the squad captain instead of Jen.
"Oh you did?" said Leslie MacDonald; she was Jen's second on the squad. Unlike most of the cheerleading squad Leslie was an auguste clown with a peach-pink complexion, there were only two others on the squad. She had bright blue bars inside the white patches just above her eyes and rosy-red surrounding her white muzzle, giving her mouth a veritable heart shape. Her nose was as big as a plum and so shiny, as if she reguarly polished it. "What did you say to each other?"
"Oh nothing, we just said hi, and asked how the other had been," Jen said. Leslie pouted; Jen knew ever since she and Jac-Jack broke up her second had been hoping to get them back together.
"Girl, you are CRAZY for letting a hunk like him slip through your fingers," said Khandelia Williams. She was an African-American whiteface with tightly curled rainbow colored hair, and the biggest nose and feet on the squad. Jen blinked again. Khandelia shouldn't have a creamy white skin-but she always did. Khandelia was a whiteface like herself and most of the squad. Augustes and hoboes of African descent had orangish complexions, but their whitefaces were marked only by their extremely curly hair. Jen shrugge off the feeling.
"If he'd go out with Jen, HE was crazy," said Ginger. Now Leslie did scowl at her; Ginger felt only whitefaces should be cheerleaders and had tried to keep her and the other augustes off the squad. Jen agreed with Ginger that hoboes shouldn't be cheerleaders; the black beard-shadow they had around their mouths would look terrible with the uniform! Most hobo girls were tomboys anyway and couldn't care less about cheerleading. But Leslie and the other augustes were good cheerleaders and deserved to be on the squad.
"Les, let's not go there right now, allright? O h llok, half-time's over." The girls got up from where they were sitting, picked up their pom-poms, and lead the crowd in the bleachers as the Clownton Joeys made their way back onto the field:"C-L-O-W-N-T-O-N! GO CLOWNTON! C-L-O-W-N-T-O-N! GO CLOWNTON!" Leslie then dropped her pom-poms and honked her nose; her boyfriend Jerry Mathston just scored a field goal.