Risking it.

Dear Diary - Detention

I hate this. I hate everything. Getting in detention for stupid sh*t like this. It's ridiculous.

Why does this school - no, this whole damn town - hate it so much whenever girls speak up for themselves?? I have a voice and an opinion. They won't silence me. I am gonna fight this damn school, these damn guy, those damn teachers. Fuck the Dress Code, fuck modesty, fuck everything.

Fabienne wrote in her diary. Suddenly someone passed her a note she took it an read what it said:

Houseparty tonight 8pm at Bryce's

That's gonna be it. Bryce's partys are huge - almost everyone goes there. I just need to find someone, who thinks like me. I'll break this dress code and the teachers attitude towards girls. It's time boys get held responsible for their actions. But everyone blames the girls like always. I just don't understand what's going on in their sick brains to think that this is okay. I need allies, who got my back and think like me. Hopefully, I'll be able to find some. And if not, I'll probably party my brain away. This way or the other, but I won't let anyone ever bring me down.

Detention felt like it would take forever. The time just didn't pass at all. Every student looked at the clock and waited for it to move. An hour really can feel like a whole year.

Fabienne was still wearing her cheerleading uniform because she had to go here right away. Now there were four Mexican boys here, six other girls and only one white guy. That's how the detention room looked most of the time - filled with girls and students, whose parents had immigrated. So that pretty much showed the sexist and racist attitude of the school.

It was as if Fabienne could feel the glances of the white dude on her body. He was starring at her and mustered her thighs and boobs. Natually, Fabienne felt uncomfortable.

He's so rude. Can't he take his damn eyes off of me? It's almost scary. But of course this is so damn typical for Texas. The guys are driven by their penises but it's girls who are moody. Hypocrits! I barely get glanced at by the Mexicans. It's always the straight white dudes. I just can't take it anymore. He's driving me insane. I want to get away from here as fast as I can but we are not even allowed to use the bathroom during detention. I really need that party tonight - it'll help me to free my head and think more clearly this weekend. And I feel like I haven't danced in weeks. Yes, I am definitly going to dance tonight! I won't let starring guys like him bother me. Tonight I am going to have a whole lot of fun - they can't take that from me. I'll call my girls to get ready with me and then we'll dance.