Marching to the beat of their own drums, the students of Birchwood High School were always a little bit different. But on this day, they were marching for something more. They were marching for change.

With each step, they chanted louder and louder, their voices carrying across the town. They were done being silent. They were done being pushed around. It was time for things to change.

The march went on for hours, but the students didn’t mind. They knew that this was only the beginning. Change was coming, and they were going to be the ones leading the way.