I have been silenced.

It was a cold November day the day I had my voice taken. I was merely enlightening my fellow classmates about the newest way to say "The poor children" on zoom when I was muted. (If you are so inclined to know, the newest way to say it is, "The repugnant spawn born from Earth's Bipedal Productions"). The overseer of my grade is known as Mrs. Nickerson. She is a formidable opponent and master of her craft. She has the best equipment for our one sided duel. Armed with the mute function and a degree in the government, she has the upper hand. But I have one last defense. You. I am a single student with no name and face. But if I can get just a hundred of you to sign my petition, Mrs. Nickerson has agreed to relinquish control and let me speak my truth. I am fighting a difficult fight, but with your help, I can win.