Hi everyone

Hi everyone! This is my first ever fanfic, so please review! (P.S. it's not going to be very good…)

The camera shows that the desks in the office are empty. It moves to the conference room, where we see that Holly is leading a seminar with a dry-erase board behind her. Everyone in the office is gathered in chairs in the conference room. Pam and Michael are not there.

Rapid footsteps and panting can be heard from off-screen. Everyone stares at the entrance to the conference room. Michael runs in, his clothes and hair disheveled. He takes a few deep breaths as the camera closes in on him.

MICHAEL (TH): The elevators were out of order today. Woof…two flights of stairs is a much longer climb than I expected.

Michael enters the conference room.

MICHAEL: Holly, wha…what's up?

HOLLY: Oh, I'm just doing a little seminar here…It's technically supposed to be your job, but you weren't here, so…she smiles. Michael smiles back. Jim looks at the camera.

MICHAEL: Well, I guess I'll just take over from here…He takes the dry-erase marker out of Holly's hand. Holly goes to a seat and sits down. Michael looks at the board, then faces the other office workers.

MICHAEL: I…I just wanted to say that this is so…so important, that they are finally doing this, because I have been suggesting this for years, and the only time it's ever been acknowledged was when that idiot from Diversity Today came in…He tears up. We…must respect each other's differences. Stanley, Kelly, Oscar, I'm sure you all understand what I'm talking about here- Stanley looks up from his crossword puzzle.

STANLEY: And what exactly am I supposed to understand?

MICHAEL: Kelly, we'll start with you. Now, I know this may be hard for you, but I want you to stand up and tell us all what it's like to be you, with your…condition, Jim looks at the camera, on any given day. Kelly, it's okay, we're all here for you. Kelly stands up.

KELLY: Well, yesterday just sucked.

MICHAEL: What happened?

KELLY: Well, I was walking around the mall, and I saw this really, really cute dress, but it was green, and you know how I can't pull that off, so I went inside to see if they had it in any other colors, and guess what? They had it in blue, which looks so much better on me, it's hard to believe. So I went up to pay for it, and then I realized that it was, like, ten bucks more than the green, and I wouldn't have enough for a Frap if I got it. But seriously, it was so cute. It was a little above the knee, which is great because I want to show off my legs but I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea, and it was a V-neck, and it was all floral, which they said was so in in the last issue of Seventeen, and…

MICHAEL: That's…not exactly what I meant, but…Oscar, why don't you come up and tell us what it's like to be a minority in a…non-minority world?

PHYLLIS: Michael, I think you're misunderstanding the- Michael lifts up his hand to stop her. He pauses, angry.

MICHAEL: How…how dare you? How dare you interrupt this…this…this huge step for all DunderMifflin kind, with your stupid little… Angela snickers. Phyllis looks at her. Angela shrinks into her seat. No…no, Phyllis, I'm going to give you a second chance. Because that's the kind of wonderfully accepting person I am.

OSCAR: I don't see what this has to do with…

MICHAEL: Enough! He looks at Jim. Jim, you're my number two, right?

DWIGHT: Actually, I-

JIM: Absolutely I am.

MICHAEL: Could you please tell everyone here that what they are doing is NOT FUNNY.

JIM: I will, but…first I think you should take another look at that whiteboard.

MICHAEL: Very funny, Jim, I know what the board says. He looks at the board. Business ethnics…business ethics. He pauses, then looks up at everyone in the conference room slowly.

Theme song.

Like I said, this is my first fanfiction EVER. I am going to continue this, but please review and give suggestions. I'm all ears.