What happens.

Mr. Ross tells his drama students to dig deep, speak from the heart, and embrace the chaos of creativity. Then, one day the chaos slips its leash, as a careless remark to a disruptive student is out of his mouth before he can stop it.

By the next morning, a parent has heard. By afternoon, every kid in advanced drama has been pulled into the office and questioned. The inquiry turns up nothing — until Hope, Ross's teaching assistant, defends him: his classroom is the only place at school where she feels safe to be herself. "It's the only class I have with other gay kids," she says.

That single sentence, meant as a compliment, lands on the wrong desk. Policies collide, careers unravel, and the people with the least power turn out to have the sharpest instincts.