Refusing To Be Who I'm Not

What would have happened if Mad Mod would've defeated the titans' in his debut episode? Find out through the eyes of the titans' as their lives are changed forever.

My name is Raven Roth,

I am attending a boarding school with some other dopey kids. I'm not quite sure how I got here my memory is fuzzy. All I know is I'm here in this gay boarding school with a gay teacher and gay classmates. I guess you've pretty much gotten my opinion when it comes down to it. Even though no one asked me how I felt about the whole thing I think it's just pointless. And boarding school come on what did I do to deserve this? I have to follow this dress code with one of those stupid uniforms and everything. I wear black and only black this clashes with my dress big time. But the guy here is really strict so there's nothing I can do.

G2g Rae

"Ello my duckies." The annoying British voice could be heard as he walked from one end of the room to the other. "All right lads and loveys were going to take attendance now so raise your hand when you here your name called." Like we don't already know that Raven thought annoyed as she rolled her eyes.

"Kori Anderson"

"Richard Greyson"

"Garfield Logan"

"Raven Roth and"

"Victor Stone"

"Right then everyone's here." "Duh man there's only five students!" Garfield piped up as the others let a laugh slip. Mr. Mod spun around quickly grabbing the oddly colored boy by his ear and pulling him from his seat. "Well now it seems we have a comedian in the class room." "Thanks for noticing." He replied flippantly.

Mod scowled at him "Detention. Mr. Logan two hours after school!" He growled through bared teeth. "Whatever don't bother me that much." He said sitting back down. "Since you're Mr. Funny guy you may have the privilege of being first up at the blackboard. Solve the following question using Pythagorean theorem." He said handing the boy a piece of chalk and pointing out the question he wanted him to solve.

"Whoa sorry man you lost me a long time ago python what?" "Pythagorean theorem Mr. Logan. And had you paid attention yesterday in class you might have at least the slightest clue as to what I'm talking about."

"Let's see if one of your classmates can help you out. Miss. Roth?" "What?" "Can you answer the question." He asked an edge given off in his voice. "Oh maybe. Jeez you sound like you're addressing my mom or something." "I know right." Garfield replied in agreement

"Mr. Logan! Essay now! 800 words how to act and not to act in class." Mod yelled furiously "Okay!" Gar yelled steamed as he said aloud what he wrote on his paper, "Mr. Mod is the loudest, rudest, most annoying teacher in the universe. He loves to yell at me because he's a gay, smelly, good for nothing knows it all fag." "MR. LOGAN!" he roared "Class dismissed for now." Everyone got up and raced for the door.

"Not you Mr. Logan you stay here with me. "Oh. My. Freaking. God." He replied stomping back to his seat, slamming his books down on his desk he sat down. "What's the matter with you today?" He asked angry. "Well I'm here for one thing." Gar replied

"Well you're just going to have to get over it! I expect that essay restarted and on my desk tomorrow." He replied looking the angry teen in the eyes. "Why do I have to restart it you only heard the first 30 words I can insult you all day." He said with a smirk.

"I'm sure you can Mr. Logan but I assure you this behavior will not continue." With that one of the special chairs slid beneath the unsuspecting boy strapping him in. And the blackboard became a hypno screen. "What is this!" He yelled struggling to free himself.

"You'll soon find out…my ducky"

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