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"Huey, what do we do?" Dewey whispered to his older brother.

"I-I don't know Dew, I-I-"

"Hubert and Dewford Duck, report to the principal's office, this instant!" A loud, booming voice rang through the speakers. Dewey sighed.

"Dammit..."

"This is the third time." Huey said through gritted teeth. The two triplets made their way to the principal's office, heads hanging down in shame as they passed many people they knew.

"Huey, Dewey." Louie tried to follow his brothers, but was held back by Ivone.

"Let's go to class Louie, it's not worth it, let them sort things out themselves." She said, leading him over to a class that the whole group had together. English. Louie was angry, confused. He didn't understand. Did his brothers like each other, like that!? Were they dating!? No, they couldn't be, could they? But they're brothers, they can't. His head was filled with questions, questions that I wanted answers to. As the group walked into the class, they found their teacher sleeping, as usual. They went to their seats located in the back corner of the classroom. The group sat down, sighing, as if on routine. They all crumpled a note left at their desks, everyone except Louie, who had grown used to seeing them look so down. At the begining of the year, they had always read the notes, but as the days want by, they stopped caring what was said in them.

"You know, you never told me what your notes used to say. Mind sharing?" Louie said quietly, but loud enough so only they could hear him.

"They're just hate notes Louie." Azure started.

"For who we are." Azalea continued.

"You mean-?" The youngest triplet was interuppted.

"Yeah, cause of that." Andy replied.

"But don't let that stop you for being who you are Louie." Ivone encouraged. "It shouldn't even matter to them because it's 2018! I mean, seriously, get with the program. Everyone's a little gay, so what?"

"Ivy, calm, down." Azure said softly, putting a hand on her arm. The parrot took a deep breath, and then released the air. The class was carrying out their own little conversations, in their own little groups. Louie looked around, but made eye contact with someone from across the room. He turned away, and made sure that they were no longer looking at him before turni turning to see what they were doing. The two students on the other side of the room were talking, and by the looks of it, were disguted by the topic. They occasionally turned to look at Louie, making a face of disgust as they did. The green triplet looked away, and turned to face his friends. Sudenly, something hit him on the side of the head.

"Ow..." He muttered, turning to see what was thrown at him. He saw a poorly done paper airplane lying on his desk. Reluctantly, he opened it.

(Just, a trigger warning for what you're about to read....)

'Hey Louie. Why are you suddenly gay? Is it so you can fit in with all those, friends, that you have. You know our sister, the tranny, the weird twins with the game sexualities and that lesbo you call a best friend. I knew they would rub off on you at some point, but not in this way, since you know, they all like girls. But, oh man, did they rub off on your brothers, like, seriously, ew. What a bunch of faggots.'

Louie's grip on the paper tightened.

'Sheesh, I've heard of brotherly love, but this is just something else. It's wrong, it's disgusting! You three, along with all those weirdo friends, should go get your brains checked, cause all this stuff that you think you are is just wrong. Girls are supposed to stay girls. Guys are supposed to stay guys. Girls are supposed to like guys. Guys are supposed to like girls. You and your friends with your sick thoughts. I just hope you don't have any kids in the future, especially straight ones, if that's even possible, cause gays have gay babies. But even if you had straight babies, I feel bad for them, cause they have the devil as their parents. Anyway, good luck with life being who you are, a disgusting gay, who is probably incestuous too.'

Louie had teared up as he continued reading, he crumpled the page in one hand, hiding his face in his arms as they rested in his desk.

"Louie? What happened?" Andy asked, looking over at him. She noticed the paper that he was holding. "Hey, Azalea, can you hand me that?"

"Sure." Azalea grabbed the paper from Louie's loose grip and handed it to Andy, who skimmed through the paper and growling when she finished reading.

"I told you two to stop hitting into our lives!" She yelled across the classroom. Two boys turned around and looked at her. "I swear! If you send us one more note that's offensive to us I'm telling mom!"

"Wow, as if we'd be afraid of you Andrea. So what if you're our older sister, it's not like mom will listen to you." One of the boys spat out.

"Shut up Justin, and why do you have to drag our little brother into all your crazy thoughts and actions!?" Andy yelled. "You and Jordan are exactly the same!"

"Andy, it's okay, you don't have to do anything to help. I have to get used to it either way." Louie said sadly, not believing that he had just said that.

"Louie, don't take this. Every time from now on that you get a note, don't, read it." Andy warned. "My brothers are just being stupid. They don't know what kind of harm they're doing to us."

"Just sit down Andrea, and stop telling your little gay friends things, only straight people should be happy." Justin spay out. Andy growled and was about to go over to where her brothers were, but was held back by her arm. An turned to look and sat that all of her friends had grabbed her at once, so she decided to sit down. "Hmph, only you'd back down from a fight, even with your own family, all because your stupid girlfriend held you back."

"That's it! You're going down Justin! I don't care who sees!" Andy yelled as she went over to her younger brother. Her and her seven brothers had never necessarily gotten along, but luckily she had her older sisters who supported everything she did. 

"Andrea, Justin, you don't have to fight you know." Andy's youngest brother claimed, standing in between them. 

"Butt out Alfred, this is none of your business anymore!" Justin and Andy yelled, pushing him to the side.

"You seriously think you can insult me and my friend's everyday and get away with it!?" She yelled.

"Yeah, I think I can! Why? Cause that's exactly what's been happening!" Andy pushed her brother back, causing him to stumble into a desk. "You're lucky I don't hit girls!"

"I'm not a girl! So come on, fight me! Or are you too afraid?" Justin scoffed.

"No way I'm scared." 

"Then fight me! Right here!"

"Nah, I like seeing you mad, cause then I can tell on you when we get home."

"Ugh! Such a mama's boy! I swear, fight me right now or you'll be considered a coward!" Andy shouted.

"That's fine with me." Justin claimed, his arms crossed across his chest. "It's not like it matters."

"You know what, Ivone, scissors." She held her hand out for her friend to give her the scissors.

"Wh-what? You're not seriously going to hurt your brother, are you?" Ivone said shocked. 

"I'm not going to hurt him, just give me the damn scissors!" She said through gritted teeth. Ivone looked at her friends, who all looked at her with eyes that pleaded not to do what Andy told her to. "Fine, I'll get some myself." Andy went over to the teacher's desk, who was still sleeping, and grabbed the pair of scissors that were lying there. "I hope you know why I'm doing this Justin, for every word that you ever told me or my friends, in public or private." She grabbed her hair, which was in a ponytail, and put the scissors up to it. "This is because of you, you and all my stupid brothers who try and brainwash our little brother." Andy closed her eyes tightly as she suddenly cut her hair. Her friends, as well as the rest of the class, watched in shock as most of her brown hair hell to the floor. 

"Andrea! What the h*ll!? Mom is going to be so mad when you get home!" Justin yelled.

"I don't care! Let her be mad! This is to prove my point! Don't ever, pick on me or my friends, ever!!" Andy proceeded to throw the scissors down at his feet and walk back to her desk, grabbing her things and walking out of the classroom. 

"Andy!" Louie looked back at the group with worried eyes before they all followed their friend out of the classroom, leaving their things behind due to them being in a rush. Meanwhile, in the principal's office, Huey and Dewey were sitting in two separate chairs as their Uncle Donald yelled at them for what they did. Not to mention for all the things that Huey had done earlier that day. 

"Hubert! I am very disappointed in you! You yell at a teacher, you break instruments, and then a mirror, and to top it all off, you kiss your own brother!" Donald yelled. Huey was looking down at his lap, cringing at the volume of his voice. "Dewford! How could you let your own brother do that to you!?"

"I-I, I was, I didn't..." Dewey looked away,  not sure how to answer, it was awful. He was sitting there, listening to Huey being scolded for having a crush on his younger brother, while he himself had a crush on his own brother. He felt so guilty, so shameful for just sitting there. That was, until the door was opened and the two triplets were dragged out of their seats by their friends.

"Guys, we were in the middle of something here!" Huey whisper shouted.

"Where do you think you're going!? Get back here!" Donald yelled. The principal watched in awe that the students would simply walk in and take them out.

"Students, stop!!" She yelled. The group froze at the harshness in her voice. "Turn around and get back here, all seven of you." The group reluctantly turned around and walked into the office, closing the door behind. Things were not going to end well, for any of them.