FIGHTING FOR A CAUSE [zero!]

> Bart

The cafeteria was buzzing with people--students he could rally to join him for his cause. He had a crew with him this time. He managed to talk some of his fellow art students into joining him--they were great, they knew who they should be siding with. The were on the side of justice and fairness. Bart was going to make his mark by this display.

He prepared for it, rehearsed it even, multiple times to perfection. Or at least what he could in just two nights of making an impromptu speech and a really quick way to make convincing zombie make-up for at most seven people. His group stepped through the cafeteria doors, trudged their way around the hall, some of his friends were giving the other students the perfect zombie act and just stare at them with wide-eyed look that just shouted "death".

The group gathered around one corner of the room where a very recognizable crowd can be seen nearby.

Bart stepped in front of the group and stood tall as he raised his voice, "We're here to fight for a cause! We are not slaves, puppets or just zombies who blindly follow around whatever looks pretty or sparkling! We're all intellectuals here, you and me, and we know what is right for each and everyone of us! We are people and we're not gonna stand by waiting for nothing, for a Student Council that sit oh-so comfortably in their pedestals with the status they claimed selfishly.

That is because we're all worth the time and effort and very much every inch of what the Student Council can, and should be offering. We are just as much as a community as a small city and we are here to remind each and everyone what it means to be involved in a thriving community of educated people in this institution! We are taking a stand against those those who will not fight with us to uphold the rights we sure deserve. And it has to happen now!"

This was, strictly speaking, all sorts of unexpected.

A student from the alleged "cool kid table" stood up. He recognized her as Marina Bellamy, leader of the cheerleaders, part of the current line-up in the Student council and currently running for position. Bart expected a verbal fight but she walked up to him without a word and easily swept him off his feet. And it wasn't even the romantic kind. And-- He knew he was light but-- ???

"Hey, what gives!?" He tried to struggle but he couldn't really move much. As much as he wanted her to put him down, he didn't want to accidentally hit her--come on, he had some respect towards women, please. His company didn't really know what to do-- they were just as confused as he was. Or maybe none of them wanted to stand against the Queen Bee. They all just stood there, watching as he was taken away by Marina.

He'd have his word with them later but for now: the topic at hand: "This is manhandling, hey-- put me down--"

From his angle, Bart could see the crowd following behind them. Definitely her own version of zombies as they seemed to be looking forward to what was about to conspire. Bart wouldn't really want to know but without being able to move properly he was going to end up where she was plotting to throw him in. He expected the dumpster. He wished it was but as soon as he hear the familiar sound of a locker door opening, he knew what was about to happen.

He tried to jump out but Marina didn't even give him enough time to move at all. The door just slammed right up his face before he knew it. "This is harrassment!!" Bart gladly returned the gesture and banged on the locked from his side. He tried to throw his body in attempt to free himself from the tiny space but to no avail. "This is exactly what I'm trying to show everyone!! This is tyranny!! Oppression of the weak and the inferior!! How dare you!? How can you sit in your cafeteria benches without second thought?!"

"Oh my fucking God, it's called a metaphor!" Bart hissed, forgetting he was supposed to be a little less snappy, especially in this kind of situation. He couldn't really do anything--never in his life had he been shoved into a locker and other than helplessly throwing his body at the locker door and continuously kicking it, he couldn't do anything.

As he caught a glimpse of her face, he immediately went to punch the door. He knew it wasn't gonna hit her but metal vibration could be really annoying. He should know--he's confined in one right now. But that didn't prevent him from hearing anything from the outside.

"As if I'd beg at the likes of you! Keep dreaming! I'm going to overthrow your reign in this school and you will all see my wrath!!"