Standing Up To Life Book 2 Ch 47 Pt 2

Chapter 47 Part 2
As I sat down in first hour what students didn’t glare at me didn’t even acknowledge me. If it wasn’t for Kyle, Lindsey, and Ashley - no one except Amy would have talked to me. Students that had begun being friendly to me and talked to me wouldn’t even give me a second glance. We had a group assignment that, the groups were assigned randomly, and only Kyle was in my group.

It was nearly impossible for me to get anything done on the assignment because the others wouldn’t acknowledge my presence. To make things worse as we finished the assignment one of the kids said, “get the hell out of our school queer.”

The acts of unfriendliness continued as I found copies of the letters in the newspaper plastered up everywhere someone thought I would see them. Of course none of those letters were the good ones - they were all of the ones condemning me as a freak. Part of me didn’t care - but most of me was so taken aback by how far south things had gone in the last week. Before this I thought maybe things could settle into a normal school year. I was apparently really wrong about that.

As Amy and I came out of choir to go to math we saw that the protestors were still sitting across the street. If I was feeling hurt she was feeling absolutely enraged. As we came into math class and saw yet another copy of the newspaper articles taped to my desk she had had enough of this.

“LISTEN UP SLL OF YOU! I’M SICK OF YOU DOING THIS TO TIFFANY! SHE’S DONE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO ANY OF YOU - AND YET YOU THINK SHE DESERVES TO GET CHASED OUT OF THIS SCHOOL?!?! IF YOU DON’T LIKE THE FACT SHE’S HERE YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

I was really taken aback by this. Amy never yelled - well except for cheerleading stuff, and I had never heard her swear before. Half the school had probably heard her. As a cheerleader she knew how to make a lot of noise, and she had definitely just accomplished that.

To further make the point she was joined by Kyle. “I’m with Amy,” he said without shouting, “If I find out who is doing this you can plan on meeting up with me after school. You won’t even give her the chance - or even the time of day - just to get to know her. Some of you have even just changed your opinion of her just because some idiotic adults, that have never met her, say that you have to hate her - or stay away from her.”

One kid an eighth grade gang banger in our math class stood up and replied, “I don’t need any of those to tell me that Tiffany’s a freak. I’ve wanted her gone from the first day of school!”

“Well she’s not going anywhere,” David stood up and said for me, “If you don’t like it that she’s here you need to find another school.” The eighth grader was one of the bigger ones, but David towered over him by a couple of inches and thirty pounds. The kid acted like he was going to make another statement but decided against it and sat down.

“You can’t intimidate me David,” one girl stood up and said, “I’m a girl so you can’t hit me. Personally I can’t wait until one of these days when Tiffany’s alone - I’m going to enjoy beating her up.” This girl was another eighth grader in our class. She was another of the gang girls whose sole mission in life was to have sex.

At that point Ashley and Kyle went over and each spoke into one of her ears something. She turned as white as she could (she was fairly dark skinned for a Hispanic so that was a challenge) and sat down.

A boy next to me, one of the only kids that was taller than David and the ringleader of the largest gang in our school leaned over to me. “Tiffany, I have to say you’ve got some good friends. Personally I think you’re cool enough - you’ve helped me in class before, so I’m going to help you out here.”

He stood up, “Look, Tiffany’s not necessarily your normal girl. But I say she’s cool - keep your hands off her or you’ll answer to me.”


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