“But it’s completely unethical!” Becky cried, stamping her ballet flat against the floor of the principals office to make her point.
“Miss Rosen, this is for the safety of all of our students. And you’re a freshman, and from what I understand, in a relationship with a young man. This new rule hardly affects your life.”
Becky glared daggers. Hardly affected her life?! What kind of outrageous statement was that? She narrowed her eyes at the principal.
Twenty minutes earlier, she’d been sitting in homeroom, happily chatting with Chrissy about Taylor Swift’s newest collaboration song with B.o.B, when they’d all received announcement sheets for the day. Becky had skimmed it, not particularly interested in most of the contents, until arriving at one particularly alarming bullet point.
No same-sex couples would be permitted to attend prom together.
She was livid. It wasn’t because she was going to prom, or even because the same sex couples she knew who were old enough were planning on going, it was because everyone had the right to go to prom if they wanted to! And they had the right to go with the person they wanted to go with!
She had stormed to the principals office as soon as the bell rang, and had waited quite a while for him to see her. She imagined he thought she was going to go away, but that was certainly not happening.
“It affects my life because I think everyone has the right to be treated fairly.” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “It affects my life because I am a student at this school!”
“Miss Rosen, I assure you I have the students best interests in mind. Now please, you’re already late for class.” The principal held the door open for her. Becky stared, aghast. Was he actually kicking her out of his office for standing up for the rights of her fellow students?
She spun on her heel and stormed out, her mind racing. She would simply have to find some other way to help.
She stomped out into the hall. It was a passing period, so the halls were full of students. How were none of them down there, complaining too? She was suddenly really angry with them, too. How could none of them care? For the first time, Becky actively chose to skip class. She walked in the opposite direction of where she was supposed to go, towards the senior hall. She knew it was territory most freshman dare not go to, and she often didn’t, either. But she wanted to talk to one of her senior friends about this. She knew they would care.
Bela shoved her Latin textbooks into her locker with unnecessary force. It wasn’t that it would make a difference to her anyway, since she and Jo, and Dean and Castiel, weren’t even going to prom. But it was more the principle of the thing, really. What if there were others like them who didn’t have the chance of an anti-prom to go to? Or even if two girls wanted to go as just friends? It was completely unthinkable.
She slammed the locker shut and twisted the combination lock, trying not to let the anger well up inside of her. Not everything could be sunshine and roses all day, every day, and she knew that better than some, but dammit—! Bela thought about pulling out her phone and texting Jo or someone, just to have someone who she could vent with. Before she did, however, she noticed a familiar figure moving in her direction.
“Becky?” she called. What was the freshman girl doing over in the senior hallway? “Hey, Becky!”