A.N.: Alrighty, buddies. I've got chapter 3 for ya! Thanks for the positive reviews! Oh, and by the way, this chapter and the next have many of the same quotes, and Andy's inner feelings. Butttttt...I promise, the later chapters will be completely different. It shall make sense, no worries, loves:D

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Chapter 3: Taking A Stand.

My first few classes were duller than usual. Not totally sure how that happened, since they were all pretty dull to begin with. By the time lunch rolled around, I was glad to have a break from education.

On my way to the cafeteria, I passed a long line leading to the ticket booth, where the Spring Fling tickets were being sold. Passing a certain blonde girl making a fuss caused me to stop and eavesdrop. She was complaining to the girl behind the stand.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU WON'T SELL SAME-SEX COUPLE TICKETS?!" The girl, (whom I noticed to be a friend of Lori's), Hillary, screeched, pounding her fist on the table. The girl she was yelling at leaped back in her chair, eyes wide. I struggled to hear more.

"I-I'm sorry, I was given strict instru-" The ticket seller was cut short.

"That's ridiculous! We're just friends, not a 'couple!' Men suck right now!" Hillary slammed her fist on the table once more at the word 'suck', a pissed off look on her face. She had calmed down, but only from screeching to yelling. Meanwhile, the ticket seller began again.

"Well, you can buy two SINGLE tickets..." She wasn't able to finish her sentence.

"I REFUSE to pay extra for two single tickets!" She wouldn't give up.

I began walking away, yet her voice rang in my head. What a loud girl. By the time lunch was over, I had formulated a plan and several trustworthy people to help me. We were protesting the dance policy, for all the gays who hadn't had a fair chance. Sounded good to me.

The next day, I walked through the hallway and made my way outside, a handful of papers in my hand. I had only gone a few feet when I noticed Lori, Josh's older sister, walking ahead of me. She was with Hillary, so I knew this was a terrific time to ask them to help me with my plan.

"Hey, potentially sane Trager, and perky blonde girl. In the mood for a little civil disobedience?" I questioned, handing them each a flier.

"Does it involve drinking?" Lori asked, bored eyes searching the paper.

"Only if rehad's your idea of social activism...Here's your chance to overcome the obvious genetic deficiencies in your family," I replied, pointing to the multicolored flier in Lori's hand.

"Beachwood bias..." Hillary read, peering down at her flier with a confused look.

"You're protesting the dance policy?" Lori finished. Catching on quick.

"Yes, the dance policy. A bunch of us are ditching first period to plaster the school with these..." I stepped in front of them, causing them to stop and look at me.

"...we need more bodies," I concluded.

"We're not, you know, of the lesbianic variety," Hillary said, chuckling slightly. As if it was funny.

"I don't really think that's the point, Hills," She turned to me.

"You heard about us getting denied dance tickets?" Witnessed, actually.

"She made a little bit of a scene..." I scrunched up my face slightly and measured the size with my fingers.

"What, I was cranky, sue me!" Hillary exclaimed. Very much so. I continued.

"Anyway...I thought you guys might be into taking a stand, having a voice, that kind of important life stuff. But maybe I pegged you wrong. Whatever, no big..." I had began walking away when Lori called me back, just like I'd hoped. I spun around again.

"You said you need more bodies?" She asked.

"Yeah, why? You know anyone who wants to help change the world?" Yes, I got 'em!

"As a matter-of-fact, I do." Lori said, nodding.

"Excellent. Here," I replied, handing them each a stack of papers.

"Remember, first period. Long live civil disobedience!" I exclaimed, walking back in the direction I had come.

First period I spent with a few others, plastering the school with my protesting fliers. I never did see Lori or anyone else, other than my followers, but I was confident they did their share of protesting. Of course, if fliers had no effect, I'd have no choice but to embark on the exciting adventure that was phase two.

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A.N.: This chapter was longer than the others, yay:D I can hardly tell how long they're going to be, since I write them on paper and they look long enough. But anyway, I'll update soon! Hope you like it so far!

-MiSSFRiTZ [a.k.a. Kelly