Narrative: Mia Dearden (AKA: How to earn detention in 5 minutes or less) WHO: Mia Dearden NPCs: Vice Principal; other students WHAT: Mia gets detention WHERE Hallway at school. WHEN: March 21, morning
If Mia knew she’d get this amount of annoyance in her life this early in the morning, she probably wouldn’t have gotten out of bed at all. Still she couldn’t help it that these idiotic situations kept getting thrust into her life. She only wanted to get her books out of her lock for first period, but she couldn’t help but see the flailing hands out of the corner of her eye and hear loud unintelligible voices.
Looking over to get a better look at what was going on (and looking past a couple of other rubbernecks) she spotted the Vice Principal and a couple students in a heated discussion. She knew them. Well knew them enough to know they were like minded. They were members of this school’s Gay-Straight Alliance, and Mia had been to a few meetings.
So she made her way over close enough to peek into the box in front of them. Box filled with condoms. Oh, this was going to be fabulous.
“What’s going on?” She piped up.
“He’s shutting us down.” Erin said quickly.
Before the Vice Principal his words out next. “Miss Dearden, this matter doesn’t conc-”
“But it does,” Mia interrupted. “Concern me. This is my school. I want her happy and healthy so why can’t they be here?”
The Vice Principal sighed as if he’d tried explaining this seventy times before he spoke again sounding tired. “This is not an appropriate activity for school grounds...”
Fuck what was proper! And Mia couldn’t help the disbelieving look that washed over her face. “It’s enitely appropriate!” She argued back. “Listen, Rick Santorum, I know it’s really easy to get to moralizing.” She saw a flash of anger in the other man’s face and realized very quickly that she might have already gone too far. After all it had been her experience that teachers and educators -- well real teachers and educators who actually gave a shit, not the idiots that became teachers because they wanted to relive their high school glory days-- tended to skew away from conservative idiots who waxed poetic about dismantling the secular, satan worshipping public schools and wouldn’t appreciate being lumped in with them. But she’d gotten herself worked up, and if she was already going to be in trouble...
C’est la Vie
It needed to be said anyway for anyone in the growing crowd that might agree anyway.
“But probably more than half of your upper classmen at this school aren’t actually virgins, and of the group that is more of them are on there way to no longer being virgins than those that aren’t. So they’re going to do it either way, and no amount of hand smacking and yelling, ‘ew!’ is going to stop them. It’s just simply better if they’re allowed to do that without getting pregnant and possibly ruining their lives or getting chlamydia, gonorrhea, HIV, or any of those other little sex nasties that pop up from time to time. Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or whatever, but it’s the truth.”
And that’s when she noticed that the principal had been trying to speak over her and that his eyes had been reduced to slits. She couldn’t help it if she got in the zone!
He’d already whipped out his pink pad of detention slips. “Today for you all.” he said motioning to the kids with the box. He then handed Mia hers. “Rest of the week Miss Dearden.” he said cooly, and he made sure to confiscate the box as he left.