Rainbow Paint

1

God, this was boring. You'd think after weeks of classes with Mr Baskwell droning on at you that you would get used to it. Clearly you'd be wrong because it's still just as tedious as ever.
"I've been asked by the school to teach you about this whole 'LGBT' thing that's going on,"
I sat up, shocked, and stared at him. Unexpected much. Was someone finally going to actually acknowledge and cover LGBT+ in a class??
"LGBT. The belief that you are somehow attracted to the same gender as yourself or that you are somehow a different gender to your birth. I'm supposed to teach you about how unnatural it is, after all this 'community' mostly consists of attention-seeking teenagers, rather like yourselves."
Unnatural?? Attention-seeking?? I could barely believe that he was serious right now.
"But hopefully nobody here is dumb enough to pretend to be gay, so I guess we can learn about... uhm... just watch a nature documentary. Take notes..." he grunted dismissively.
Seriously?! Dumb, huh?
I raised my hand and when he ignored it, like usual, I stood up to emphasise my point.
"Mr Baskwell, the statement you just made is highly untrue and insensitive for it is statistically incorrect that homosexuals are less intelligent than heterosexuals-" I pointed out, using rather exaggerated hand gestures to emphasise my point.
"Out."
"Seriously?"
"Principal's office. Go."
Wow. Just wow. Couldn't argue with my point so he just sends me away, I'm just gonna take that as a compliment honestly.
Scowling, I marched off to Mr Markon's office. I'll get him to see my point.

Mr Markon peered up from his work when I strode, confidently, into his office. Peering over his glasses with surprise, he asked:
"Michigan? To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I was sent out," I said, getting straight to the point, "After Mr Baskwell decided to ignore the importance of teaching young people about homosexuality and labelled homosexuality as 'dumb'!"
Okay, so I was a little angry now.
Only a little, I swear!
"Well, he's right you know." answered Mr Markon, disdainfully.
"No he's not!"
"Are you arguing with me?"
He peered over his spectacles and gave me a piercing look.
"Yes!"
"Do you want to be excluded?"
Excluded?! "No!" I yelled.
"Then return to your classroom and don't bring up that ridiculous subject again."
"Fine!"
As if I'm going to follow that instruction.

Don't get me wrong, usually I'm really well-behaved. Like, goody-goody teacher's pet level. But I can't stand the constant homophobia of this school! If protesting through bad behaviour isn't going to be effective, I guess I'll have to find other ways...

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Edits: Rewritten parts and corrected spellings/continuity errors :)
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Author's Note:
Hi, guys!
What do you think of my story so far?
So I'm thinking of developing it a bit further then entering it to the Hip Generation Awards - do you think it's a good idea?
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Anyways, thanks for reading!
- Mad 💘