My friends and I had been touting protest signs for over an hour. Sunday traffic wasn’t heavy, but those who did drive by didn’t seem to notice us. I didn’t know why I had this crazy idea onlookers would sympathize with my noble cause and join the protest. The air was hot and humid, making my hair frizz even more than usual. Dark clouds overhead threatened rain. I silently prayed some of the wet stuff would fall on my head and weigh down my dandelion-do. The flimsy sign I held over my head was feeling like a dead-weight. AJ and I had slept in this morning, but for some reason, I was still bone-tired. That’s when I saw the Channel Seven van pull into the gravelly parking lot. Great. They had to wait until the weather zapped my hair into a ginormous, magnetic frizz- ball. Mindy walked across the gravelly road in her heels and business suit. Hadn’t she learned anything after last time? AJ snorted out loud and Sophie squealed into her hands when Mindy fell over. Her whole body tumbled down like a crumbling tower of wooden blocks.
