After-school, I was following Sheryl as she stormed towards the principal's office again.
The principal's assistant saw Sheryl and immediately stood up to say, "Oh c'mon, not this again! You can't-"
It didn't work, of course, and Sheryl once again barged into Mr. Black's office, this time slamming down the yearbook onto his desk. "This is why you aren't letting us dress up?!"
Mr. Black took a look at the yearbook, then sighed and said, "Yes. Now you understand."
"Well, that's just garbage!"
Mr. Black gave Sheryl a glare, "Excuse me?"
"Sure, some people are going to make fun of us for dressing up, but when was that ever a good reason to stop doing something? We can't just stop doing things because we're afraid of what some bullies might think. Don't let the bullies win!"
Mr. Black took a look at the sincerity on Sheryl's face. Then, he sighed and said, "Alright, let me think about it."
Sheryl began, "But-"
That was when I interrupted, "Okay, thank you for hearing us out, Mr. Black."
I grabbed Sheryl by the arm and dragged her outside before she could say anything else.
"I was so close though!" Sheryl whined at me.
"I think you did good enough," I said, "He just needs time and he wants to save face."
"To save face?"
"You'll understand when you're older."
"Oh, okay," Sheryl and I walked for a moment before she realized, "Hey! We're the same age!"