A gavel banged as a woman looked up at all the people who had gathered, her white skin glistening as drop of sweat rolled down her temple. The room in which she sat in was humid, and she wasn't very pleased about having to sit here and get the school's Prom cancelled.

"Let's get to it," she began, keeping her voice steady. "All those in favor-"

Before she could finish, hands shot into the air, she felt her chest swell with pride, as now no lesbians would be ruining her soon-to-be-cancelled Prom.

"All opposed?" Her eyes fleated around the room, looking for any raised hands.

Dead. Silence.

She banged the gavel again, ending the meeting.

"Well," she said, the news interviewer was holding a microphone out towards her, waiting for her response, "the PTA has an accepted set of rules concerning the prom; young ladies must wear non-revealing dresses, young men must wear suits or tuxes. And if a student chooses to bring a date they must be of the opposite sex."

"Well," the news woman countered, "can't you just ban this student?"

"Well we've been advised that there may be some legal repercussions if we prevent this girl from attending, so, although it breaks my heart, we have no choice. There won't be a prom." And with that, she sat down in the driver's seat of her car and slammed the door shut, more news reporters calling out for her.

"Ms. Gleam!" They called, but gradually got no response.

Standing outside the building, tears falling down her cheeks, her principal standing on her shoulder, patting her neck in a way to console her, meanwhile her brother rubbed her back as the girl leaned into his side, a quiet sob escaping her throat.

"Hey, there's Orchid!" A news reporter exclaimed. "Can we get a comment?"

"Can you answer some questions?" Another asked, shoving a microphone into the crying girl's face.

Her older brother grabbed the thing and said; "nobody will be talking to my sister, now fuck off." He shoved it back into the reporter's hands, pushing his sister along towards his car.