The group is called Gay-Straight Alliance, and we're supposed to be openly discussing pressing issues. Instead, it appears that I have to choose a defintion before we can all get along.
"So" whispers a girl from the straight side of the table so loudly that she sounds like an idiot. "What is she, what do you think?"
I pictured two scenarios. In the first one, I launched myself across the table at her, pulled her hair, poked her in the eye,pushed her a little, and then sat back down quietly and continued to sweat. In the second scenario, I pulled a purple sharpie out of my backpocket wrote "screw you all, I don't #@**in know yet" on my forehead.
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