The sun was lightly shining over the cars at eight o’clock in the morning at Dramaview High School. This school was located in Harlem Shake, California. It was a Friday. The school stood tall with two levels. The floor smelled as if was freshly waxed just that morning. The new aroma of newly cooked food for the attending students to eat for breakfast lingered among the hallways. It smelled good enough to make your mouth water. When the atrocious bell rang, the students quickly sprinted to their first period classes.

Miss. Pickey had her student’s in her debate class debate against a random topic. Seeing as she teaches debate class. She had a random student draw a paper out of her lame Steeler’s baseball cap. She picked Billy. “No surprise there” Blaze had thought. Seems as Miss. Pickey is always favoring Billy. The topic that had been chosen is gay marriage.

“Today’s topic happens to be whether or not gay marriage should be legal or not” said Miss. Pickey. “Do you agree or disagree?”

Almost every student in the class believes that it should be legal. One student even stood up and said “everyone has the right to marriage, gender shouldn’t matter!” the students seemed to be strongly for gay marriage. Miss. Pickey had noticed this. In her opinion it was disgusting. She highly believed that a man should marry a woman.

“I believe that it shouldn’t be allowed. This is just disgusting! A man should marry a woman. It’s a law for a reason!” a very disgusted Miss. Pickey said.

An outraged Blaze replied with “What’s your problem? You say it isn’t right? Well I say that you sure ain’t right! You don’t want them to have a right to be married? Well then you shouldn’t be married. You should defiantly have a few rights taken away from you. I’m sure the class and I want a good reason why you don’t agree with it? I’m sure we can all agree with Macklemore and his famous song lyric “No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it!” seriously. This world needs more people like Macklemore!” She was furious. “Oh an the law can be changed!”

Gay marriage had always been a touchy topic for Blaze. After her mother and father had gotten their divorce when she was nine years old, her father had come out that he was gay. The town soon found out. They were disgusted and constantly said he was a disgrace to the town. When Blaze turned 14, her father was murdered for that very reason. She is now 17 and a senior in high school. After her father’s passing, she took a turn for the worse. Her attitude was awful. She acted out in school, fighting, getting tattoos and piercings. Blaze’s mother had given up on trying to get her precious little girl back to herself again. In Blaze’s eyes, the world hated her. Her mind told her that people wanted her to suffer. So she changed. People are scared of her. The only people that she had were her two best friends. Dana and Jake. Those three teenagers were known as the towns very own misfits. This had been ironic in their eyes. They didn’t care about what other people thought or how they felt.

Eventually Miss. Pickey had ended the debate. She thought that her students were over reacting. But in their minds, they were in the right. She grew tired of Blaze’s attitude, so she kicked her out of the classroom. “Blaze, leave my classroom! Go to the principal’s office! You best bet I’ll be calling Mr. Peffer to make sure you arrive. That wannabe sailor language is NOT allowed in my classroom and you best respect that!” she had been almost as furious as Blaze was.

Blaze had known that was coming. Yet she didn’t care. Then again she never did. “I’d more than ecstatic to go chill with my buddy Mr. Peffer!” she held a smirk on her face. “I mean I’m there so much we mine as well be buddies, right?”. This made Miss. Pickey even angrier. If that was even possible. All Blaze did was laugh in her mind. She had obviously found this funny.

Blaze had arrived at the principal’s office. The secretary at the front desk has noticed her walk in. It was nothing new. Blaze was constantly always in the office. Everyone in the town had known about her attitude and her I-don’t-care-about-anything ways.

The secretary sighed. “Mr. Peffer can see you. Just walk in.”. This had become a routine. “Blaze honey, you really should just stop having that attitude. One of these days you’re just going to get kicked out of here for good.” She stated as calmly as she could.

“Well…… Maybe that’s what I’m aiming for!” and with that she walked into Mr. Peffer’s office. “Hello sir!” Blaze did a little salute. She had still thought that this had been funny. Although Blaze had been in this office many times before, she knew this time would be different .

“Miss… I am growing tired of your attitude. That mouth of yours needs to tame itself. Seriously. Ma’am, I have no choice but to send you home. Now, I’m not going to suspend, although I ought to. I want you to go home and think about today’s events. Actually I want you think about everything that you had done in past. It needs to end now. I’ve already called your mother. She’s outside. Now go. I hope that when I see you on Monday, you will be acting a little nicer to people!”.

Blaze had been flabbergasted. She had never been sent home because of her attitude. Mr. Peffer usually gave her a slap on the wrist an told her to be nicer or to leave the room before she would make a scene. Not that she ever listened. “Umm… Uh….. Okay sir. I guess I’ll be going now.” That had been awkward she thought.

Blaze had walked out of the school. Immediately she had seen her mother. Her mother name was Sally. To say her mother had been angry was a huge understatement, she was outraged. Even though Blaze wasn’t really afraid of anything, when her mother had gotten angry or worse, she had become afraid.

“Blaze. I’m not going to yell. All I have to say is that I am becoming to grow tired of your attitude.” Sally had been willing to have a civil conversation about this. Sure she was outraged, but yelling was not the tactic to have in this conversation, she had thought. “Just please, try to be good?”

“Mom. I’m perfectly fine. I don’t have an attitude. Miss. Pickey just hates me. She was lying. I didn’t swear nor did I yell at her!!”. Blaze had thought that her mother would believe. Little did she know that her mother saw right through that lie.

“Blaze, that’s a lie an you know it! There were witnesses. They reported it to. You can’t get out of this one. Its time you start acting like the little girl you used to be.” Her mom had been hoping that this would work and make her change. “You used to be so good, nice, you cared about everyone. You always helped around the house. Now I can’t even talk to without yelling or you breaking or hitting things! I’m tired of this blaze. It has to stop!”.

Blaze almost didn’t know what to say. “That little girl isn’t me. She grew up. What world do you even live in? This is the real world. You can’t always be nice. I break things because you annoy me. Those people that reported me are just wimps. Their scared of me.” She had wanted this conversation to end. Like now.

“Blaze, this is just stupid. You’re right, sometimes you have to defend yourself. But you cause the problems. All you do id hurt people. It’s really old! What would your father think of you? If he saw you now?” Sally knew she hit a nerve on her daughter. Blaze’s father had always been a tough subject for her and her daughter. “I’ll tell you this. He sure as hell wouldn’t be proud. He would be ashamed. You know he loved you, just the way you were. He wouldn’t want a daughter who acts out all the time.”

Blaze started crying. She never cries. Like ever. Her father had been her rock. She didn’t care if he was gay or not. He was her everything. “You’re right” she paused, trying to calm herself. “He would be so ashamed of me. He wouldn’t want me. I would probably be disowned.” She had let out a sob. “I..I…I…I’m so sorry. I’ve been so bad. I didn’t mean to hurt you”.

She then realized that she needs to change. All she wanted was to make her father proud. “I’ll change. I need to be who I was before. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’ve hurt so many people. I’ve even hurt myself. Mom, I’m sorry”

“Oh, it’s okay baby girl. I’ll help you through this. I promise. Your father wouldn’t disown you sweetie. He loved you. He loved you more than anything.