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workingonit-currently · 5 years

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In this words everyone has one thing in common, a Spark.

It's the number one thing you're judged on. Sparks are special abilities but also give the person they belong to other side abilities that relate or compliment their Spark's main ability.

But sometimes Sparks are what hold you back.

Boze wasn't one to turn down an assignment but with her Spark, eternal youth, she feels she could be doing more with her job than invading a stupid school. Though this was her first assignment since transferring to Shīru city's police station and they'd read her previous jobs and seen her abilities they still decided to assigne her this job.

The task was to invade the local school, Monogatari High School, and report any suspicious activity, the Shīru police having had a tip-off from a local that something is going down there.

Boze was the only officer known who could convincingly get into a school, looking young enough thanks to her Spark, but Boze wanted a juicy assignment, not just some stupid job like this. She couldn't understand why she was saddled with an assignment like this when Officer Corn and Sohin', the two goof-balls of the station, got to go to multiple bomb sights and mess around! It was so unfair!

Fair enough that Officer Corn's Spark is more chaotic than most and Officer Sohin' couldn't be more off in the clouds and neither could pass for convincing teenagers but despite all odds Boze's mind still found a way to convince her that they could do it instead.

She wouldn't dare bring it up to Chief Takahashi though, to afraid of losing both her badge and her life. The Cheif was about as tough as they came, survived time in The War of Vallies, braved the heats of Ghosts with nothing but a cup of milk as sustinence and most recently fought against the great Domination Extermination Force Fighting You. The station myths even say her hair is purple because it's dyed everyday with deadly poison from a giant snake that she keeps, all so that when she finally meets death they'll be running from her.

Despite this Boze still hates the fact that she has to pretend to be a hormonal teenager and spend her day learning in school. She finished school for a reason!

That's partly why she can't believe she's actually standing at the corner of the street she lives at with a backpack, waiting for the Monogatari High School bus, but she is.

Sighing and gripping the light purple strap of her backpack around her left shoulder Boze thinks of her days in school, not thinking this will be that hard. Breath

She was wrong.

As soon as she stepped on the bus she knew she was wrong. The scent of body odor and the sound of teenagers screaming and shouting brings Boze back to her school days and she struggles to find a seat, each person she passes side-eyeing her and sneering as if they have a personal vendeta against her or her bloodline.

Eventually she does sit down, at the back of the bus to avoid the glares and sneers, her face already feeling inadequate and ugly. Trying to take time to ready herself for the day Boze finds it extremely difficult, wild thought of what she must look like or how she must smell distract her mind and suddenly the thirty minute bus ride from her home to the school seems like hours.

She gets out of the bus just as school starts, following the crowd into the main hall and sitting down, trying to blend in. The crowd of teenagers are like snakes, tightly crushing her but she still moves, ready for anything at this point and her seat in the hall is not much different, she's wedged between a skinny and boney boy and a slightly buff girl.

A very official looking woman steps infront of everyone and brings a speaker to her mouth, Boze assumes she's the head. She stands up on a platform infront of everyones seats and has a flowey suit-dress thing so it only makes sense that she owns the school or is high in status here and you don't get much higher than the head.

This is correct as Boze finds out when the woman announces she is the head.

"Good morning all of you and welcome to your second year at Monogatari High School, I also welcome the new additions that have only come this year. Welcome all!" The lady starts with and Boze now remembers why she hated school, the teachers all seemed condisending to her and they don't seem to have changed now.

"For those who are new please let me make you aware of some things, firstly I must ask you to call me Miss Rose, secondly please make sure you know your place as there are five ranks and Leader is the top so try not to cause any trouble before being assigned your rank, thirdly can we all please try to finally put and end to CB, it is not funny anymore and students have got hurt." Miss Rose, the head, asks with a slight hint of frustration on that last one but she takes a deep breath and continues, "That is all. Thank you and have a good day!"

Boze takes out her notebook and pen before scribbling down her fimdings, 'CB is something to watch out for'. As she writes she feels a pair of eyes on her notes and swiftly turns her head to meet them.

"Oh! Umm...sorry. I was just curious!" The skinny boy next to her stutters and Boze rolls her eyes, not lowering her guard around this guy as he could be a suspect.

Bringing the notepad to her chest Boze casually struts out of the hall and towards a classroom of sorts that every other child is heading to. She takes this time to inspect those around her, knowing extreme Spark usage of immense power would give off physical signs such as discolouration of hair into an unnatural colour.

Her eyes meet only one, a tall silver boy that the crowd seems to avoid subconsiously. Interesting.

Boze sits far away from the teacher, planning to be undisturbed and alone to note suspicious activity but as she pulls out her pen the same skinny boy she sat next to sits by her and smiles, avoiding her death-glare.

“Hi. My name’s Logan, nice to meet you.” He introduces and sticks out his hand for Boze to shake, the morning light bouncing off his glasses and making Boze unable to see his eyes.

"Nice to meet you to. Boze." Boze responds with, using a more sour tone than the boy and shaking his hand slowly. Boze hates this boy already, so she can't understand why he would keep almost trying to make her hate him more.

For example all throughout the lesson whenever Boze would answer right Logan would grab her hand a hogh five it, shouting loudly "yes!". Or maybe whenever Boze took notes Logan copied those note but in smarter language. In all ways of the word, Logan was getting on Boze's nerves.

It also didn't help that when the bell rung for lunch and the teachers obligation to care ended a quater of the class stayed behind to glare at Boze and Logan, narrowing their eyes at Logan's new 'friend'.

"Oh why hello hot-cakes, I didn't see you last year. Are you new baby?" One calls, a girl with black hair covering one eye.

Boze chooses to nod to this, Logan shaking in his boots as she casually packs her bag. She's use to sexual name calling and next to nothing intimidates her anymore, especially not this overly-sexual teenager.

"Also looks like you're one of little Lo's friends. Any statements?" The same black haired girl spits this time and Boze cringes, disgusted by the girl. Boze observes that the girl is the only one actually speaking, probably meaning the group around her would fall to pieces and give up if Boze were to take her down.

"Fuck. Off." Boze states with her middle finger up, finally having packed her bag and slinging it onto her back. Logan of course shakes more and goes pale, eyes darting between the black haired girl and Boze, muttering under his breath.

"Oh you're going to pay!" The girl shouts, trying to intimidate Boze as she cracks her knuckles and glares at her. Boze casually walks towards her and punches her in the face, not having the actual time or energy to draw the fight out any longer than it has to be.

After Boze's first punch the girl topples down, blood pouring from her nose. (And not the good kind.)

Boze simply grabs Logan by the arm and walks away. She may not exactly like him but if he's getting bullied she mighy as well stick by him.

"That was awsome!" Logan finally says and punches the air, Boze slightly smiling at the compliment.

"We should get lunch though." Logan muses before turning the tables and dragging Boze forward.

As Boze and Logan walk with their trays full of food, remembering to sneak a quick glance as they pass the black haired girl who is now looking less than peachy, they wander.

Of course they can't wander anywhere they want, Logan could since he's a Leader but he says he's never abandon his new friend. Boze appreciates this but asks anout Leaders.

"What are they?"

"Well, it pretty much means we can go anywhere anytime and people HAVE to treat us with respect." Logan tries to explain but Boze rolls her eyes teasingly.

"That black haired girl I punched didn't seem to be treating you with a lot of respect." She comments and Logan awkwardly laughs, looking away from her.

"Yeah, that's the sad thing about being a Leader, you can't exactly lose per-say at...anything!" Logan starts and chuckles nervously, "If you do lose at something they strip you off your title and give it to the person who beat you. I guess it's meant to make you train harder and be better but I can't handle all the pressure but need the actual title for my oen project I'm working on and I couldn't afford to lost the title so I just let Grace, that's the girl by the way, keep beating on me with the promise she's never tell anyone. My projects actually interesting though and, in my opinion, worth it. It's this sph-"

Boze interupts Logans ramble by placing her hand over his mouth, her eyes glued to the same silver haired person she saw while walking to the classroom. He's just as tall as Boze imagined, now that she could actually see all of him. He is also very muscular which is saying something since most people here are physically fit.

"Oh. That's Wes." Logan noted as he saw where Boze was looking, he pushed his glasses up his nose, "Don't talk to him."

"Why?" Boze asks, already suspicious of this Wes boy, firstly his hair is unnaturally silver and then Logan tells her not to talk to him. This is just a recipe for disaster and Boze wants in.

"Let's just say he's a last resort." Logan tries to explain, giving Boze chills when he talks about Wes. What kind of power does he hold if he's deemed a last resort? What kind of person is he?

"But...Why are those people talking to him then?" Despite this feeling of impending doom Boze enquires more and Logan sighs, covering his face as he notices the blonde haired girl and glasses-wearing boy talking to Wes.

"Those people are Joven and Courtney, both Leaders, and they usually talk to, and hang out with Wes. They're probably disscussing 'buissness'." Logan explains simply, putting air quotes around buissness and making Boze more curious.

"Buissness?" She asks Logan, eyeing the trio of suspicious trouble-makers and already getting ready to report this to base. I bet Officer Corn and Sohin' don't see anything this interesting ever.

"Yeah, those three are all kind-of, most of the time, seen together and most people here think they're in a group despite being from different clicks. Joven claims that he's telling Wes off most of the time and Courtney claims Wes just messes with her personally a lot but I think it's because they're all Leaders." Logan explains and nervously laughs, awkwardly waving as the trio finally notice them.

"Wes isn't a leader though?" Boze finds the flaw in Logans words and wonders if he's trustworthy.

"Only because he doesn't want to be, he could probably take down everyone in the school right now." Logan explains, quieting his voice as the trio approach but Boze still hears.

"Really? So do you know any more? Any way to...I don't know..take him down if he snaps? Wes I mean. A teacher maybe or the Head or-" Boze asks and Logan cuts her off quickly.

"Shut up for a second and don't tell anyone I told you this but no one can take Wes down, that's why he's the last resort..." Logan explains and goes to run off to avoid the trio approaching but Boze grabs his tie and stares at him. She stares deep into his eyes, seeing them wide with fear as she smiles.

"There's something you're not telling me..." Boze hisses quietly as Wes passes, Courtney and Joven heading off in seperate ways away from Wes.

"N-no! Really! There's no one in this school who can take down Wes..." Logan insists but Boze doesn't loosen her grip on his tie, still not believing him.

"Okay! Maybe Damien but...-" Logan starts and Boze growls, growing impatient with Logan. He lied to her!?

"Where is he!? I thought you said no one in this school could take down him?" Boze hisses and grits her teeth, not caring about making a scene. Mari wanted her to invade this school and gain info, this is how she gains info!

"Damien is probably in the club house. That's technically not in school, just on school grounds" Logan explains casually with a smirk before running away but calling back, "Good luck getting him to help you though!"

Boze enters what she thinks is the Clubhouse as it's stationed near small wooden houses and she instantly smells cinnamon. Crinkling her nose aand looking around Boze finds no one in the clubhouse, just the evening sun shining through the five small glass windows.

Boze doubts Logan, wondering if he was lying, when a sneeze disturbs her from her thoughts and her attention is brought to a single soft chair with someone sitting diagonally across it.

Readying her fists as she approaches, Boze moves towards to front of the seat to look at the person who just sneezed. Just as she manages to sneak around to the side of the seat and black hair becomes visable the voice of the person casually comments.

"What's taking you so long? I thought you'd be quicker."

"Huh?"

"Oh, so you're here now? What do you want?" He asks, dissinterested and casually leaning back in his seat.

"You are Damien, correct?" Boze asks, trying not to get thrown off by Damiens casual and lazy facade. If he truely is as powerful as Wes or even more powerful she can't let her guard down, he wouldn't be this casual so it must be an act.

"Yeah. And you're Boze." Damien answers, waving his hand in a 'speed-up' movement and catching Boze off-guard in the fact he knows her name., "Now that we're finished with introductions can we please get back to what the hell you want New-Girl?"

"Umm...okay? Well I need to know something first-" Boze starts but Damien cut her off, picking at his nails and consentrating very little on the coversation or her.

"Yes, I am as strong as Wes. No, I will not fight him. Why? I like him, he's useful to me and we need him as a last resort." Damien quickly explains and answers all of Boze's questions, silencing Boze momenteraly.

Damien takes this chance to stretch and sigh, placing a hand at the back of his neck and lying his head back, trying to relax. He is very much acting like the owner of this whole place, ignoring Boze when he feels like it and not taking anything seriously.

It's getting on Boze's nerves.

"So...Why do you need him? Why is he a last resort? For what!?" Boze suddenly finds her voice and rambles, the volume of her being not to Damiens liking and he can feel his rage rising. When Boze gets annoyed she rambles and that annoys Damien, can you see the problem.

Damien closes his eyes and grits his teeth, feeling the heat rise in him and bubble like lava, "Boze, shut up!"

Boze takes a break to look at him, staring at him and his rude words before continuing, "Now what's up with you? Are they experimeting on you? Would you be willing to file a report? Anything you know about this Wes guy? He's shady right?"

"Please...stop..." Damien pleades slightly, gripping the back of his head as the feelings inside him rise but Boze continues, ignoring him.

"I mean what is going on! I'm new here so could you explain literally anything!? Like more about Leaders! What is under Leaders! There are like five statuses in school but all I've heared about is Leaders!? Why!?" Boze rambles and her volume increases.

Damien can't take it anymore and sits up, opening his eyes suddenly and grits his teeth, trying to stop himself from barking at the rambling gurl.

"Listen! I-" Damien shouts at her but is cut off by the school bell, freezing them both and silencing them.

As Boze looks back at Damien she finds him having regained his seemingly natural lazy and aloof attatude, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes, a smirk on his face as he feel Boze's eyes on him.

"Looks like you were saved by the bell. Come back here tomorrow morning before lessons and we'll talk more okay?" Damien explains and sighs, his breath calm and relaxed. He has a smirk on his face and if Boze wasn't told any better she would think he was just some random aloof idiot.

"Just try to not get yourself killed first aye?" Damien teases and Boze feels heating gathering around her cheeks so she turns her head to try to hide it.

Boze nods hurridly to herself, agreeing with Damiens plan, and looks back at Damien only to find him having dissapeared into thin air.

"Huh? He's gone?" Boze asks herself and pokes the air around and on the chair, checking for Damien.

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phaylenfairchild · 5 years

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Model Munroe Bergdorf Sees Partnership with Children’s Service Ruined by Transphobic Times…

Model Munroe Bergdorf Sees Partnership with Children’s Service Ruined by Transphobic Times Journalist

Janice Turner campaigned to have the transgender model removed from the campaign advocating child safety by falsely claiming she is a porn star.

I’ve had my fair share of dueling with The Times over their blatant and aggressive transphobic views that they place into circulation. Debbie Hayton, a transgender woman who opposes transgender women —

you probably need to read that again, I’ll wait….

Debbie Hayton, a transgender woman who writes weekly columns for The Times in which she declares her loyalty to hate groups like Mumsnet, accuses transgender women of being violent and argues that we should not be allowed to self-ID, medically support transgender children or be allowed in women’s spaces is the tent-pole of The Time transphobia. They use her to validate their hate and believe if transphobia comes from Hayton instead of a cisgender writer, more people will consume it. Of course, Hayton has been hailed as a “Common sense” trans person, although the fanbase she has aggregated still loathe her existence but merely tolerate her as long as she continues to espouse hatred from within her own community.

Sadly, Debbie is just one weapon in their arsenal of journalists whose bias is evident on every page. In April, The Times was slammed by Trans activists for publishing four extremely transphobic articles, back to back, targeting transgender youth. One such article deemed trans children an “Experiment” just days after a trans child had been beaten and left with a concussion.

Katherine O’Donnell, a former editor of the Scottish edition of the Times, sued the publication for discrimination. O’Donnell, who worked for The Times for over 14 years, had recently transitioned when she suddenly found herself the subject of bullying and harassment while refused access to promotions and pay increase opportunities. She disclosed to Buzzfeed the terrifying rhetoric toward transgender subjects of their reporting, including blaming victims of murder for their “Lifestyle choice.”

This is echoed in how The Times has given seemingly infinite column space to anyone willing to characterize the transgender community as dangerous, oppressive, threatening to women or the rights of others. It is hate-speech parading as legitimate news.

This is just a modest sampling of the content that The Times publishes.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when transphobic Times journalist Janice Turner, attacked the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children (NSPCC) for enlisting the help of Munroe Bergdorf, a leading activist with an enormously successful career, to join their awareness initiative. Bergdorf, the first trans model to grace a L’Oreal campaign, speaks openly, honestly and without apologizing. To have a transwoman of color possess such a platform and use it to speak truth to power is vital in this era of rampant racism and deadly transphobia. Across the UK recently, trans children have come under attack by many high profile commentators across social media. Pseudo celebrities who accrue millions of followers by creating social discord that encourages violence toward their target, usually a minority. Graham Lineham spearheaded a movement that cruelly attempted to block £500,000 in funding by the British National Lottery to Mermaids, a charity that helps trans children and their families. We need people who will contrast this hatred. Munroe Bergdorf is the perfect candidate

She’s a role model.

Except, Times writer Janice Turner would prefer you to believe she is a “porn model” instead.

Janice Turner also dedicates much of her own social media to fostering intolerance toward LGBTQ people and disparages corporations or companies that support the community:

When the NSPCC solicited the help of Bergdorf to create a campaign that broadened the scope of their efforts to visibly include LGBTQ children in their services and messaging, it seemed like the perfect fit. According to Bergdorf, they filmed and photographed promotional material which NSPCC had published…

… Until they unceremoniously severed ties with the model after Turner blew a dog whistle that resulted in waves unnecessary outrage. She achieved this by lying. Bergdorf has never done porn and defended herself on on twitter;