Attempts to defend against the accusation of you having a "bad attitude" will only confirm that you have a bad attitude. -- RecklessPrudence
[AN: Didn't notice I wasn't logged in until too late. Whoops. You get one of the newer prompts, today.]
"I'm curious," said Sara. Calmly, rationally. Speaking like an adult to an adult. "What exactly constitutes a bad attitude? I've tried other, non-violent means to avoid, reduce, and eliminate myself being bullied. Including numerous reports against the offenders."
"We have no real evidence."
"The security footage and bodycam evidence isn't sufficient?" she asked.
"Mister Essel..."
"Sara Louise Adrien," she corrected.
"You haven't had the operation, Mister Essel. You will remain Mister Essel until proof otherwise."
Sara took a deep breath and counted to ten. Exploding in the general direction of a school official would only result in suspension. "Please do me the favour of reading the name on my permanent record?" she singsonged.
"Adrien, S. L. ..." A significant pause. The penny dropped. "Oh. Oh, I can see how that happened."
"One of the many drawbacks to have a last name that doubles as a first name," she soothed, "in combination with a physique that many mistake as masculine. My campaign to get things changed in my favour has been... accused as attitude."
This reminded them. "About your attitude, Mister-- sorry, Miss Adrien. The way you act around your teachers leaves much to be desired."
"They keep calling me 'Mister Essel', sir. They keep misinforming the class when the most rudimentary of research--"
"This is exactly the problem, Miss Essel." At least he wasn't calling her 'mister'. Baby steps. "We have a certain curriculum to teach."
"The health officer in charge of Sex Ed just told a girl who had started her period to, and I quote, 'hold it'. I think something is desperately wrong with this picture, don't you?"
"Crude language will not be tolerated in this establishment, Miss Essel."
"You'd prefer scientific nomenclature? You can not ask a girl to 'hold' her menstruation, sir. There is no sphincter on a vagina!"
The school official began dialing.
Crap. "Let me guess. The actual names for lady parts are swears."
"That, and you raised your voice. Your attitude is frankly intolerable."
"This school is frankly intolerable," objected Sara. "The lack of education present in the alleged educators should be a matter of national note, not my 'attitude', sir."
"Nevertheless, you are suspended for a minimum of two weeks, to be reviewed at the end of that term."
Hello, nigh-permanent suspension. Sara already began plotting a campaign to educate the parents about this travesty of justice. "Then I shall take my suspension as a badge of honour, çur. And work on my teaching degree during my time off. It obviously can't be hard."
He could not, after all, do anything else to her now. He glared at her as the call connected. "Ah, good morning Professor Xavier. Yes. Sara has happened again..."
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