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One thing Sam has always liked, heck! All the students had liked, was how lenient Casper High was about things like clothing, make-up, even swearing. Technically the school was also lenient for allowing weapons... but that was ecto-weapons specifically and for good reason. And while there had been that stint with school uniforms, everyone knew that was just the new mayor being a major dick; and Sam had more important things to worry about at the time, namely Vlad specifically. But here and now the school was apparently trying that crap again, according to the letter that went out, so that it would be easier to spot and locate students in the event of an emergency.
Sam thought it was goddamn bullshit just like every other teen, her parents were thrilled of course because now they could force her to ‘dress proper’. She was pissed. Her friends weren’t much better, but unlike her, they didn’t care enough to erwählt be bothered to do shit. Danny didn’t give a fuck about fashion and was more worried about ghosts. Tucker was pissed about his hat but otherwise couldn’t be bothered to care so long as they left his tech alone. And Valerie was basically the damn well same as Danny. But for Sam? Fashion was her thing. It was part of who she was. Taking that away was nothing short of a direct blow to her. Not to mention there was no real benefit to goddamn uniforms beyond impressing people, damaging happiness, and violating people’s rights.
Uniforms should be fucking illegal.
All they did was ruin freedom of expression, take away healthy creative outlets, make people miserable, stunt the development of personal style, and they were bigoted. All the girls had to wear skirts, HAD TO, talk about sexist; she doesn’t care that she usually wore skirts, it was the point of the matter. And they weren’t allowed hair longer than shoulder length now, to avoid ‘covering up’ the uniform; which wasn’t only sexist but racists since some of the guys had dreads they’d been growing out for years. Even worse the new hats rule also limited hairstyles, including dreads and fucking Afro’s??? (Tell her, how is that not racist?), and of course banned any and all alternative hairstyles like spikes and Mohawks; fuck this. The vest material was even an offence, sensitive skin would do terribly with the itchy material. And that’s all ignoring that the white, red, blue colour scheme was hideous and disgustingly patriotic.
Sam was pissed; and her friends weren’t much help. Sure Valerie was a little ticked about the hair length thing -which Sam has an idea about- but that was it. What Sam hadn’t expected was to find Paulina crying about the new rules in the park. But considering how much that girl cared about her ‘long perfect luscious locks’ that made sense.
Sam walking over and crossing her arms, “let me guess, your precious hair”. The A-lister huffs, “as if you’d understand. You don’t even care about looking good”, sniffling, “no modelling companies going to scout me after this. Never”. That little bit does slightly catch Sam off guard but....
Sam scowls, “oh I’m the last goddamn person to be happy about this bullshit. It’s sexist, it’s racist, it’s ugly, it restricts our goddamn rights. Uniforms are a fucking crime, and I goddamn refuse to do nothing about it”. Paulina shakes her head and laughs almost hollowly, “of course you see this as another activism thing you can pull”. Sam huffs and plops down on the bench next to the girl, “it damn well is an activism thing, this is a violation of our rights!”, side-eyeing the A-lister, “and apparently damaging career opportunities”, leaning her he’d back on the wood with a scowl, “and you’re so far the only person I’ve ran into who’s actually fucking upset, so now you’re gonna hear me bitching”.
Paulina genuinely laughs that time, but sniffles still, “it’s not even like ruining my hair does anything for my schooling or whatever”.
“I know right! And we can’t even wear clothing we actually like and represents us and who we are. How the Hell are we supposed to become our own person if school literally won't let us?!?”.
Paulina sniffles and nods, “yeah, and the vest material is so going to make me break out. I can’t afford acne scars! I actually care about my skin”.
“The colour scheme is patriotic garbage, I’m not some damn nationalist and I don’t want to look like one!”.
“I don’t even think there’s any makeup that goes with it either. Everyone’s going to look so hideous”.
Sam points at her, “what’s really hideous? Imagine if this happened when we were younger? How would either of us ever discovered what clothing or makeup or fashion or anything we like? At all?”.
Paulina goes wide-eyed in horror, “I wouldn’t even know my real fashion tastes! How would I have figured out what hairstyle truly looked good?! oh those poor lower classmen!”, wiping her eyes, “if you can’t wear makeup and good clothing to school then what’s the point of even wearing it at all or trying at all? I didn’t even think about that”.
Sam nods, “exactly! And imagine how horrible that would be on self-esteem? If you can’t develop a style and get clothing you feel comfortable in then would you even feel comfortable in your own skin? No! Before I was finally able to wear what I wanted I’d leave the house as little as possible because those awful clothes my parents stuck me in made me feel horrible, degraded, and embarrassed! This is exactly the same”, nodding curtly to herself again.
Paulina sniffles and nods back, “yeah, I don’t even want to go to school now”, wiping her eyes daintily, “I’d be better off just trying to get into modelling right now and dropping out. Not like high-school graduation will help me in life”.
Sam actually resists saying something scathing and mean there.
Sam crosses her arms, “well I mean, outside of the disgusting level of value and self-worth society puts on having one, I don’t really need it either”, huffing, “besides, I can just do it through correspondence and online anyway”.
“Oh I didn’t even think of that”, Paulina tilts her head before actually smiling for the first time, “you think we could get others to agree with that? I know Kwan and Dash only care about school because of sports, same with Dale and Jason. Star wants to be a nurse though, but she could do that online maybe”, eyeing Sam, “I know Danny doesn’t care about school”.
Sam chuckles, “neither does Valerie, neither of them even expect to graduate. Zone! They’d probably do better if they could do schooling on their own time and terms actually. Tucker definitely needs to graduate but maybe he could be convinced to switch to online too”, huffing, “only problem is convincing our parents. Yours are wrapped around your fingers but mine are just the worst and absolutely love this uniform bullshit”. Paulina actually winces at that, “I actually feel sorry for you”, which causes them to exchange slightly freaked disgusted expressions.
“We tell no one“.
“No one ever”.
They both nod and it’s silent for a bit, before Sam gets a wicked grin anyway, “hey... seeing as the uniform requires us girls to wear skirts and is clearly sexists... know any girls that would be willing to shave their hair off entirely? Valerie would”. Paulina looks scandalised for a second before pursing her lips, “okay yeah she would. Hanna too”.
Sam smirks, “good. They can’t make us regrow hair, I’ll just shave my side again”, nodding to herself before going wide-eyed and grinning very meanly, “oh and Danny’s twin could totally go to school instead of him. She’d have to wear a skirt then”.
Paulina blinks, “wait what? Danny has a twin?”. Sam snickers, “yup, she lives on the road and has never even gone to school. Ever”. Paulina blinks before grinning a little, “oh that could go so horribly. Do it”. That just makes Sam smirk while throwing a text at Danny and Elle.
Needless to say, both of them are totally down for it and Danny’s response to skipping school is predictably a ‘fuck yes’.
Sam looks back to Paulina, “do you think you could get as many people to your house as possible and get your parents out? Because if we can get most of our fellow teens to ‘quit’ school, shave their heads, crossdress -because you know none of them are going to be willing to call anyone out after the stunt with Danny and Elle- then the better this’ll work”, grinning wide, “and I’ll make sure Danny’s there, if anyone knows overthrowing systems and figures of authority it’s him”.
Paulina gives her a weird look, “I have questions about that”, shaking her head and grinning, “but I can do that, girl. I am not ruining my life for the school's stupid rules”.
“Fucking same”.
Sam winds up impressed with just how many -nearly all- of the high-school student body Paulina managed to get to her place. Danny, being a dumbass, showed up with a sword on his hip and carrying a sleeping Elle in his arms; because of course he’d do that. At least Tucker brought his Serious Business laptop.
Sam and Paulina stand at the front of the room with matching grins, firmly creeping out most of the teens there, while Danny and Dash lean against the doorway like bouncers. Unsurprisingly the rooms effectively split up into social cliches. Not that Paulina cares as she starts, “now obviously you’re all here because of me”, bats her eyelashes, “which of course you’d come for me. But what you’re really here for is that awful dress code uniform thing”. The entire room groans and nods, clearly none were happy about that bullshit.
Sam steps forward and grins, “we have a plan”. Which earns a round of ‘Oh gods’ from the teens, because ‘we’ implied both of them and Sam was terrifying enough all in her own and those two hated each other so they had to be serious about this to even consider getting along to such a degree. Sam throws them off though, “so who here feels like shaving their head to spite the hair part of the new code? Looking at you girls”.
Valerie and Hanna put up their hands immediately, surprising no one. A lot of the guys shrug and put up their hands earning eye rolls from Sam and Paulina waving them off, “you boys wouldn’t really help”. Sam scoffs, “yeah there isn’t social normals and beauty standards against you having shaved hair”. Danny snickers from the door, “I’ll grow mine out”. Sam points at him, “yes!”, then looks back to the teens gathered, explaining, “the longer his hair gets the more naturally messy, pointy, and wild it becomes; and it’s uncombable”. Most of the girls visibly cringe, even Paulina shudders.
Elle yawns awake and crawls onto Danny’s shoulders, ruffling Danny’s hair, “and I’m going in place of Danny”, waving around erratically, “I’m Danielle by the way! We’re nearly genetically identical!”. Half the room shouts, “what the fuck?!?”. Sam just waves everyone off, “ignore that. She’ll be going in the girls uniform and when someone calls ‘Danny’ on wearing the girls' uniform Elle can totally embarrass whoever”. Paulina nods, crossing her arms daintily, “and this way that won’t call anyone else out for wearing the opposite uniform”.
Emilie jumps up, “Hell fucking yeah! I hate goddamn skirts!”, looking and gesturing around, “who wants to give me their pants!”. Jasper very nervously puts up his hand, earning a shark-like grin from Emilie. Danny laughs loud enough to get everyone to look at him, “I can totally get Lancer in on this”. Everyone of course looks at him like he’s crazy.
Dash side-eyeing Danny, “Fenton, how does getting the Vice-principal in the know help anything?”. Danny smirks, “Lancer literally has a photo of him cross-dressing on his desk. The guy will absolutely wear a skirt to school if I give in my big essay assignment early”. Todd quirks an eyebrow, “if you actually can do that”.
“Hey”.
Sam jumps back in, recapturing the crowd, “Danny’s shit school performance gave me another idea. We can boycott school and just take our classes online”. More than one person mutters that that was actually a pretty decent and reasonable idea.
Tucker one-handed lifts up his laptop, “I can totally nab all the lesson plans from the school computers and everyone’s information, that way we don’t actually have to apply to online stuff or go through all that transferring, sending documents, crap”. Dale chuckles, “oh I’m here for that. And if all us jocks do this the school will lose its mind”.
Sam scowls at the air, “yeah because our school overvalues sports to a ridiculous degree”, glancing around the room, “now anyone here looking to have careers in fashion, art, makeup, or literally anything that requires creativity? Because you goddamn know this uniform shit will damage being able to do that, so go and complain till your throats give out”.
Paulina pouts and nods, “no modelling agency will scout me in that hideous thing and my poor hair”; a few other girls fiddle with their hair and nod worriedly. Spike scowls and growls out, “and I’d have to take out all my piercings, I want to literally be a piercer and tattoo artist. Getting that stuff done is basically self-marketing and getting my foot in the door”. Sam points aggressively at him while a few other alternative teens nod their agreeance. Sam then points at Hecate, “and you! You make and sell clothing already! To teens! Doesn’t this damage your career?!?”. The girl scowls, nods, and crosses her arms.
Mikey hums and taps his chin, “I mean, I kinda like not having to pick out clothing every morning but having to wear a tie and stiff non-breathable clothing all the time would probably make it harder to focus”. More than a few people nod... or roll their eyes. Sam snaps, “and making teens wear ties and ‘business office’ attire is nothing more than attempting to indoctrinate the youth and discourage individuality”. The punks and goths obviously grunt in apathetic and aggressive agreeance. Paulina sticks up a finger, “and it’ll be so bad for our skin”. Which gets the more preppy girls to shudder.
Sam nods strongly, crossing her arms overly aggressively, “now I know not everyone can just skip school”, rolling her eyes harshly, “my parents sure as shit won’t let me. They love this. But everyone can bitch and complain loudly”, after earning a bunch of nodding she continues, “so everyone that’s fucking up their hair, get up here because you bet your ass we brought hair clippers. And everyone fucking off from school entirely can just go talk to Tucker”. Tucker waves completely unnecessarily; but everyone does as they’re more or less told. Even if Danny slinks off to who knows where.
It takes barely any time for a few of the girls to be rubbing their buzz cuts in the mirror. Hanna laughing, “oh this feels cool as shit”.
“You just like that you could headbutt a wall without getting drywall in your hair”.
“You fucking know it”.
Lexi waves Hanna off, “well it’s not a look, but if it’ll get rid of the uniforms it’ll be worth it”. Valerie just laughs at that, “I like it”.
“Of course you would”.
Danny saunters back in at that moment, stares at Valerie a little, and shakes his head violently to clear it. Him muttering, “I’m having flashbacks”, before walking over. The girls, and a few guys, all eyeball his hair; which is somehow three times the length and looks like someone backcombed it with a paint mixer.
Valerie blinks at him, “I'm not even going to ask how the fuck you did that”. Jesse snaps, “well I damn well will. What the fuck”. Danny chuckles and smirks, “do you really think my folks don’t know how to make a spray that magically causes sudden hair growth?”, chuckling some more and shrugging, “sure it also might suddenly shoot flames instead or combust entirely but still”. Levi shudders, “your house is horrifying”; Danny just nods rapidly.
Meanwhile, Tucker has officially freaked out just under half of the student body with just how fast he was able to effectively set them up to do any and all studying and lesson plans from home. Jasper shaking his head, “you better become a legit hacker someday”. Tucker doesn’t dignify that with a response.
Elle makes her way over and plops down next to Tucker, “so what shit am I going to have to go to?”; while the other teens eyeball her like she just can’t be real. Which was reasonable. Tucker nods, “here here”, and pushes his laptop at her.
Dale points at Tucker, “you know we have to ask. Where the heck did Danny get a twin?”. Tucker just snickers while Elle sits up straighter, “well when a Danny loves himself very much...”. Which just makes Dale screw up his face in confusion and slightly unsure horror.
Valerie walks over, hands on her hips and giving Elle a judgmental look before giving Dale -and everyone else in earshot- a genuine answer, “our crazy old mayor went mad scientists once and stole Danny’s DNA”. More than a few people shout ‘EXCUSE ME’ or various variations of ‘oh well what the fuck’.
Kwan shakes his head, “well I guess Vlad was kinda weird towards Danny all the time, the Fenton’s in general really”. Danny damn near flops onto the ground next to the jock, grumbling into the floor, “you have no idea, Kwan. No idea. He wanted me to be his son, I told him to go fuck himself”. Kwan chooses just to laugh at that before yawning.
Unsurprisingly, not long later nearly everyone chooses to go home. Sam choosing to stay though? fuck is that ever ominous to pretty well everyone. Danny muttering, “so long as neither of them turn into dragons or try to enslave the human race again, we’re good”, doesn’t exactly help.
Lancer sighs to himself some as Daniel’s caller id flashes on the screen, pushing himself up out of his bed, “yes, Daniel? It’s well past midnight”.
“Okay listen. How down would you be to whip out Lady Macbeth at school? If I, say, give you my assignment early and maybe give you forwarning that Sam may or may not be staging a protest and school-wide boycott”.
Lancer sighs again, “I am to guess that this is over the uniforms and new dress code coming into effect?”. Regardless he does appreciate the heads up and he might be a little tempted to say yes already. He had told Trent that he would do it one day.
“Maybe? Okay definitely. I could literally fly it to you now? I won’t exactly be at school so....”.
“And why won’t you be a school?”.
“Elle’s going instead because she’s a girl and can wear a skirt... and maybe she wants someone to think she’s a guy to try and force her to change so she can do so publicly because she has zero understanding or care about that being super not okay to do?”.
Lancer puts his head in his hands, Daniel was a handful, though getting that clone of his actually in school would be a nice added bonus. Teaching a ‘superhero’ was very different. “Ah the girl who doesn’t go to school since she legally doesn’t exist. Though I can’t say I support her going purely to get to flash a teacher”, sighing, “but very well, Daniel. If it’ll give you teens something to distract yourselves with and laugh over; as I understand how these changes can be upsetting”.
“Lancer... attempting to control Sam’s clothing is practically an act of war to her. Almost half the school isn’t going to show and Tuck says you guys still need to up your security”.
Okay that actually concerns Lancer slightly, Sam could be slightly terrifying especially if she’s got any kind of serious backing. “Well at least you all are passionate”. Which just gets a chuckle out of Daniel before he hangs up.
Lancer’s not surprised though when he wakes up to Daniel’s essay sitting somewhat neatly on his desk in the morning. He would read and mark it right away -Daniel’s papers were known to occasionally disintegrate due to the contamination, and there was that one notable time one spontaneously combusted- but it took far longer to get makeup done and get a bra to fit right, than to just throw on a dress shirt and leave.
James, one of the few students who didn’t head over to Paulina’s house, stares at Danny? wearing a skirt, “oh you have got to be kidding me. What the Hell”, before choking when he gets to his English class only for the door to get opened by an older lady? in a floral dress? with pearl earrings? “Uhhhh”.
??? chuckles and gestures him inside, “don’t worry about it, James, just take your seat and we’ll get started”. Oh god, it’s Lancer. James chooses to just walk very stiffly to his seat and ignore the fact that his teacher was apparently into drag and was concerningly good at it.
Lancer, meanwhile, glances out the open door and smirks a Trent as the guy heads into his own classroom. Trent gives him the most dramatically offended face possible right back before giving a thumbs up and obviously joking wink.
Sam grins to herself very meanly as she approaches her social class door, the only reason she’s not totally ticked off and scowling bloody murder at everything is because of the chaos she hopes to be responsible for today. Tucker keeping his distance like he’s actually genuinely frightened really only makes her grin more malicious. Elle, meanwhile, bounces around in a way that is very very explicitly meant to make her boobs bounce as much as possible, Sam’s positive the girl even wore a loose bra specifically for that purpose.
And as soon as they enter the classroom Mr. CampBell looks up and sighs, “Daniel...”, sighing again, “what are you doing?”, gesturing at the teen, “go put on some pants”.
‘Danny’ huffs, sits down, and crosses ‘his’ arms, “well I would but girls have to wear skirts now”. Half the class snickers into their hands.
“You’re not a girl, Daniel”.
“Says you”.
“Says your birth certificate and school records”. That gets a few more snickers and snorts from the class.
‘Danny’ shrugs, glances over ‘his’ shoulder, smirks at Sam who smirks right back, and turns back facing forward before grabbing the side of ‘his’ skirt and just physically tearing it off to the sound of tearing Velcro.
Tucker puts his head down on his desk and wheezes as the skirt hits the sidewall, “did you seriously modify that to be tearaway? Oh my Zone”. Half the class burst out into laughter and the teacher chokes slightly.
“That is not what I meant. Please, just, go get changed”.
‘Danny’ grins, “fuck you”, and instead just tears off the vest too, neon green bra easily showing through the crappy thin material of the white undershirt; fucking typical for female clothing, honestly.
“Daniel”.
‘Danny’ grins and just tears off the white undershirt too, resulting in at least half the girls giggling/laughing loudly and a few guys very comically whistling or just going wide-eyed. Mr. CampBell’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and he covers his eyes; muttering hurriedly, “oh god how the- just, just put your clothes back on”.
‘Danny’ honestly just grins meanly as ‘he’ stands up, “what’s that? What did you say? To take off the tights too? Okay”. Thankfully ‘he’s’ wearing thick boxers; also thankfully, ‘he’ walks off to collect ‘his’ clothing.
CampBell massages his forehead, desperately praying that this was enough ‘getting back at the school for uniforms’ for the teen; the fact that not even a full third of his class shows up isn’t promising though.
Mrs. Ishyama’s smile is more than a little pinched after putting down the phone for the she-doesn’t-know-how-many-time from yet another parent stating that their child ‘wouldn’t be coming in due to a conflict of interests and beliefs’. It was almost like someone was plotting against the school, which really only meant there could be four possible culprits: Daniel, Samantha, Tucker, or Mr. Shan. Three of those people she could actually do something about. But apparently, she didn’t even need to call any of them down since Mr. Lancer... in his drag -she’s going to blame Daniel, Lancer’s favourite, for this too- sticks his head into her office and tells her that, “Daniel’s been sent to see you for, and I quote, ‘turning himself into a girl to legitimately get to wear more breezy undergarments like that’s some kind of positive’ by Ms. Relish”. Mrs. Ishiyama’s smile becomes painfully pinched.
She squints her eyes closed and forces a wide grin onto her face while folding her hands, doing her best to completely ignore the teen in front of her as said teen re-velcro’s shut ‘his’ shirt, the vest laying on ‘his’ lap. “Care to explain yourself, Daniel?”.
‘Daniel’ sounds extremely cheery, which is a tone that is responsible for a great many of Mrs. Ishyama’s headaches, “well, your new rules say girls have to wear ‘girl clothes’ -whatever that means- and since I’m a girl... you get the picture. And since none of the teachers seem to believe me for some strange reason, I decided to prove it. Repeatedly. Enthusiastically”.
Mrs. Ishyama resists slamming her head on her desk. She wants to point out the obvious, that the teen's paperwork said otherwise, but ‘he’ literally just told her what the response to that would be. What’s worse, this wasn’t even illegal. And since ‘he’ somehow seemed to have all the right female... assets, she can’t even say it’s against school policy. But... this arguably wasn’t harmful to anyone, offensive maybe but not harmful; and her general rule of thumb with any of the Fenton’s was to leave them alone unless they were causing harm. So she’s going to pretend like the teen is doing absolutely nothing wrong and is totally wearing the proper clothing. “Very well then. Care to tell me why you and your lot are conspiring against the school?”.
‘Daniel’ waves ‘his’ hand, “oh that’s not me. Sam and Paulina had some girl bonding time is all”, and grins like a damn shark. Mrs. Ishyama might just cry.
“Well in that case, please head back to your classes”. Man, she just needs alone time after that revelation. The Sanchez family practically half funded the school and completely funded everything to do with the cheer squad. Then there was Samantha, who could probably nearly take down the school if she really tried. And as if the mere act of thinking of her could summon her...
“SAMANTHA MANSON!”.
That sounded like Mr. Dubale... he had far less tolerance for student mischief than the rest of the faculty. Mrs. Ishiyama rubs her forehead.
“WELL NOW YOU DONT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT WHO’S WEARING WHAT! AND! IT LOOKS BETTER!”.
She should probably at least make an appearance, give the appearance of handling the situation.
“YEAH! PATCHWORK AND MISMATCHING IS IN STYLE RIGHT NOW! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING US!”.
Okay, hearing Paulina’s voice gets Mrs. Ishiyama up and moving to the door real quick, glancing out to see Samantha with her arms spread out and her ‘uniform’ on full display; Paulina standing next to her with crossed arms. It appears the two girls have cut a girl’s uniform and a boy’s uniform in half before Frankenstein’ing them together. Mrs. Ishiyama stepping fully out into the hallway, glancing to the side to see that nearly every student was in the same hybridisation of the two uniforms. She’s not going to ask where ‘Daniel’ went off to.
“What is going on here?”.
Samantha and Paulina both snap their heads to the principal, Paulina grins smugly, “I’m not breaking any rules. I’m wearing a uniform”. And Sam crosses her arms smugly, “even though we shouldn’t be because it’s a violation of our rights not to mention damaging to our education and future career options”.
It’s very obvious the girls planned this, as all the other teens start shouting their two cents; with Mr. Lancer standing suspiciously off to the side sipping his tea... and still in drag.
“Yeah! What hair salon is gonna hire someone without hair or with bad hair? Zone! That’s even worse!”.
“And what if I get paint on this crap? I can’t afford the forty-dollar replacement fee every damn week!”.
Paulina puts a hand to her chest, “I want to be a model! You know how hideous this makes me look?!? Models have to look good you know!”.
“And what about my sense of self? Who even am I now? I don’t know! Clothing is part of the person and I am not a uniform! This does not represent me and is a form of malicious oppression!”.
“I had to shave my hair because none of your hair rules allow any of the styles my hair is even capable of. Dreads? Afros? Cornrows? Beads? NO! You’ve banned them all!”.
“You know how much money I’ve spent on my clothing?!? And now I can’t wear any of them!”.
“I am already getting a rash! See!”; that particular student pulls at his shirt to show that he does, in fact, have a rash.
“And my feet are too sore from these awful shoes to even try going to gym! If I get blisters I’m sending you the medical bill!”.
“What the heck’s wrong with us wearing skirts anyways?!? They’re breezy! Right Lady Macbeth?”. Mr. Lancer actually has the gall to smirk and nod at that. Mrs. Ishiyama’s brain stalls slightly on that being his drag name, because of course it was Shakespeare-related.
“Not to mention how fat this makes me look. What? do you want me to get bullied even more! Are you pro-bullying Mrs. Ishiyama!”.
“Good Lück replacing half the football team! HA!”.
“I’m telling you my brain juices are being completely constricted by this awful tie. I am so going to fail all my classes now. Thanks shitty social norms about clothing”.
Sam grins at Mrs. Ishiyama like a shark and turns to face her slowly, “and guess what’s the real kicker?!? I wasn’t exaggerating about the rights thing. Freedom of expression, bitch! What about the right to bodily autonomy? Huh? Huh! I control my body, not you! Uniforms should be globally banned!”.
“My clothing shows the music I love! Supports the bands! You know how hard it is to make money for a band?!?”.
“My hair is an important part of my culture! Are you trying to erase us?!?”.
“My fashion is part of who I am as a person! Are you saying I can’t be me?!?”.
“My makeup is my art! My self-worth! Do you want me hating the face in the mirror every time I have to take a piss?!?”.
“You know how many teachers have asked if I’m abused because I bruise easily and can’t cover it up now?! Do you want my parents to get falsely arrested?!?”.
“My rash is getting worse right now! Do you want to be the cause of my ruined skin?!?”.
“None of the tops even come in a size big enough for my bra size! Do you want to pay for the surgery to fixed my deformed breasts?!?”.
Mrs. Ishiyama throws up her hands in complete exasperation, “fine! Do what you want! Get rid of the uniforms!”, lowering her hands before shaking a finger in the students' general direction, “but don’t come whining to or sue the school because a ghost snatched you and we couldn’t locate you because of your lack of standardised identifiable clothing!”.
Sam scowls and nearly growls, “we’re easier to identify in our clothing! You know, the things that are part of our identities and identify us as who we are?”, she actually laughs, though it’s closer to a cackle, “your plan was flawed from the beginning”, then Paulina hands her one of the goth’s steel-toed boots -a fair few of the students staring at that bug-eyed and muttering about how Paulina was touching goth clothing. Sam chucks said boot violently at the front doors of the school, making them bang open due to the sheer force of the impact.
Mrs. Ishiyama clenches her teeth, barely managing to not scowl.
Outside there was a full-blown bonfire blazing, looking to be using uniforms as fuel; Daniel standing in front with a sword pointed skyward screaming. Mr. Lancer laughs, and not for the first time Mrs. Ishiyama considers throwing in the towel and tossing the reigns of running the school at him; he can wear a dress just as well as she can so who goddamn knows.
End.