Standing Up To Life Book 2 Ch 49 Pt 4

Chapter 49 Part 4

Ashley’s parents began their own tirade against the district for allowing the story to become so sensationalized. They also used the time to give positive point on why I should be allowed to be Tiffany, etc. The night continued on with several of my supporters, more idiots. My parents and I had snuck onto the end of the list and were called last.

My parents both spoke first about the problems they had seen within the school - and how little had been done about it. They spoke about how I had the right to be who I was and how much happier I had been since I had come out as Tiffany. Well at least before this mess. They both used their time and I was allowed to speak. I had done my best to prepare my thoughts before getting up there - but I was still making it up as I went along.

I copied the beginning from some of the people like Mr. Hancock as I began, “Mr President, Members of the Board, I would like to talk to you all tonight to give you an idea of what has been happening with me this past year. Bullying isn’t something that’s new to me. Unfortunately it is an experience for me that has been going on for far too long. No one has ever tried to stop it, and in some cases I believe that principals have intentionally allowed it happen.”

“About a year ago I began to realize that I wasn’t a normal boy. In fact I began to believe that I was really a girl. Most of you take your gender for granted… I used to. After a lot of thinking and hoping I was eventually able to open about really being Tiffany to my best friend - and from there things began to happen. I’ve been really fortunate to have some awesome friends and family who have accepted me for who I am.”

“I do understand that there are always going to be people who won’t accept me for who I am. A couple of weeks ago in history class we talked about how people fear what they don’t know. And in this case, I’m what you don’t know. So before everyone continues to scream and rant and rave about me, let me tell you about myself,” I turned and faced the gallery at this point.

“My name is Tiffany Jacobson. I’m twelve years old, and I’m a girl. No my body doesn’t yet match that yet - but I AM a girl. I’m a good student and I love music, dancing, and recently gymnastics. I like to paly with Barbie dolls just like most of my friends. I believe that I am going to be able to go far and do some really cool things in the future. Everything that a normal girl does and thinks - I think. My psychiatrist has determined that and would agree with me on this.”

“Look, like I said, I don’t expect you all to like me - or even accept me. But I do ask that you don’t go actively out of your way to be cruel to me. I haven’t done anything to you - and I won’t. With the dance squad tryouts this week I say may the best girls win! If I happen to be one of those girls that make the squad, it’ll be because I earned my spot by being better than the other girls. I do hope that happens. I guess that’s all I have to say. Thank you for your time,” I finished and began heading for my seat.

Silence.

Clap.

Clap. Clap.

As I sat down the applause grew stronger and stronger until most of my allies and teachers were all on their feet clapping for me. I started bawling. Up front everyone of the board members also stood to their feet. My parents and I embraced, followed by Amy, and Amy’s parents.


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