Unique is good...right?
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sam's POV
I stared at the uniform horrified and ready to drop dead. "sam, are you ok? it's just a uniform, you always said it's what's on the inside that counts...right?" danny said, his voice was alittle shaky, and tucker was right behind him. "when have I ever said that!" I managed to say, anger starting to take over. "you always said unique is good." Tucker said quickly. "I know, it's just, this is so wrong!" I said pouting to them, then I went to the bathroom and changed into the crappy clothes. "but it looks so right!" tucker said smiling, danny glared at him and I delivered him a hard punch in the arm and he winced at the pain.
"and next time I'll kick you, and it will prove that you'll nver be a dad!" I threatened and he back off and went behind danny again. So we left for school and when I got there, I was determined to talk to Mr.Lancer about the whole thing. But on the way to his office, Paulina strutted by with her totally stuffed bra popping out to anyone who came within amile of her and her altered micro-mini skirt shortter in the back side then the front. Naturally Tucker started to drool over that slut, yea, I said she's a slut, but danny tried his best to avoid her.
"Hi danny!" she said in her peppy voice danny forced a smile, how do I know, he made the same face when I told paulina that danny gave me earings a couple of months back. Lately, he's been paying less attention to her and focussing on other things. "hey sam." she said to me in a less peppy voice. "I guess that now that we're all dressed the same, you can't dress like a girl who just came from a Funeral with tacky boots and messy hair." she said with a hint of attitude, if it wasn't for the fact that the bell rang for first hour, she'd be wishing to take it all back.
"you know, this is all your fault, you and your stupid individuality, Mr.Lancer wouldn't have changed the dress code because of you, gothica!he was fine with my clothes but I bet he changed itand instead of wearing this crap I could be wearing designer clothes by famous designers, but nooo, you had to ruin everything!" she sighed in frustration. "Boo-freakin'-hoo!" I said in her face and stormed off into Mr.lancer's office.
"Is anything wrong miss Manson?" he said getting up. "yea, this dress code is unfair! we teenagers have rights! you don't have to suffer through this, you made up this new dress code rule so live by them! you know that we as human beings have rights and are human individuals! and, and..." I trailed off.
"are you done, miss Manson?" he asked me siting back down in his chair. "I, uh, yea." I sighed sitting down in a chair infront of his desk. he explained to me why he changed the dress code, the girls show too much skin and the boys wear the pants too low and crap. I walked out of the room leaving for second hour, meaning we talked for an hour about it, when the bell rang, I met up with danny and tucker and told them everything.
"ok, so try and make this an out fit that you'd wear."danny said sitting down next to me in reading class, my second hour, obviously. "ok, then, I will." I said. I un-tucked my light-blue blouse and and made my skirt look like the oneI usually wear. I put a little pin with crossbones on it the size of a dime on my stupid neck-tie and sat down. "that's all I could do." I sighed and got ready for class.
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