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Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne

So I made it a week so far in the public school, only one detention too and if was for being late to class. I felt I was making good progress here, until today. I enjoy film class, a lot actually, and our assignment was to give out point of view, via a video, about a hot topic in the world right now. The latest one, has me fuming.

"And that is why I think homosexual marriage is wrong and should not be legalized." So remember the jock being mauled by cheerleaders my first day? Yeah, he did just say that.

"Thank you Glen for that interesting video." Glen, the jockstrap, smirked back at Miss. Carlin as if he had some sort of vendetta against her before taking back his disk and taking a seat. This guy was a sleaze.

"So you think that its wrong to be in love?" I asked, anger dripping from my voice. All eyes shifted to me, some in shock, a few smiled cheerfully, glad someone said something.

"Yeah I do, if its between too homos." The boy snarled back.

"What if your son or daughter turns out to be gay, you would just shun them, kick them out of your house?"

"Hell yes. Teach them that being that way is disgusting and that they're going to hell for it."

"Enough!" I turned my attention to Miss. Carlin, her own face becoming red. "Save it for debate class." Glen rolled his eyes and slumped into his chair as if nothing fazed him. I clenched my hands into fists.

"Closed minded ass hole." I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

"And I'll being seeing you at the end of the day Miss. Davies." I sighed and allowed the color to come back to my knuckles. I could hear Glen chuckling across the room, thinking he'd won.

"Don't worry about him, he has no real opinion, just takes it from his parents." I hear Sean whispered to me. I went on with class with out responding, allowing myself to daydream, some of them involved minimal clothing and my film teacher, but I tried to avert my attention from those. When the final bell rang I took my stuff and left the room. As I turned the corner I felt a hang grab my arm and pull me out of the crowd, once I caught my balance I recognized the afro on my attacker.

"Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." I said with a sigh.

"Sorry, I just wanted to get to you before Glen did, you might not want to stick around cause that brotha' is crazy after an argument."

"Thanks, but I can handle my self." I replied.

"I can tell, but I also want you to met somebody, come on." I did as asked and followed the skinny teen toward the quad and to a table where a male and female sat, both darker skinned like Sean.

"Sup man?" The boy said as we approached, the girl just smiling at us.

"Nothing, but my girl Ashley here, just got in a little argument with your big bro." I made a confused expression and the boy just chuckled.

"Sorry about him, he isn't always the nicest guy. I'm Clay, and this is my girlfriend Chelsea." Clay introduced and Chelsea smiled.

"Good to see I'm not the only girl who hates that Carlin boy." My face morphed even further into confusion.

"Wait, Carlin?" I asked and Clay nodded.

"Yeah, Glen and Clay Carlin."

"Like Miss. Carlin the teacher?"

"That's my sister."

"Wow." I said under my breath.

"That's what we all say when we find out." Chelsea said with a laugh. The bell rang again for next period and the group smiled at me

. "Just stay outta Glen's way. The more you hang around us, the betta chance you have of him leaving you alone." Sean said his goofy grin.

"Thanks." I replied, that explains the vendetta…sort of.