Laura McLaren: The mother of Diana Cavendish IV

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POV Narrator:

After the relaxing and fun day the girls had at the Arcade, the next day the classes at Luna Nova were back and the month of November was about to begin there, it would be the month that things would focus more on making the girls pass their classes before the winter term starts the following month, that week Cavendish went with a radio hidden in her uniform preparing herself for the day when the teacher Finnelan would call her to her room to talk, since it was the last week of October, at any moment the teacher could call the girl to her room.

On Monday she didn't call, everything was quiet until then, Professor Finnelan didn't call Bernadette to her room, not even on Tuesday, much less on Wednesday, nor on Thursday, but when Friday arrived everything was rising that a conversation was going to happen between the teacher and the girl, so much so that she was already giving some hints to Cavendish who was probably going to have a very serious talk with her about everything that was going on in the girl's mind in wanting to have intentions to act like herself.

Friday, October 30, 1987

The day was dawning in Luna Nova as usual, the sun rays were beating down on the gym, the sun was shining on the window, it was a day that was already very strong the autumn issue, since the trees were already with the brown leaves and some were even starting to fall, besides the much lower temperature that was constantly lowering and lowering, That morning in the blue team's room, the girls were waking up to get ready for another day of school that was also the preparation for the Halloween party followed also by the Samhaim festival that would happen the day after Halloween.

POV Bernadette:

This is very strange... This whole week the teacher didn't want to call me in for such a serious talk, which in a way is good, at least this way I won't run the risk of being caught by my mother, but still, you can never be too careful, I will take a shower here and get ready for another day... I hope I never have to live this drama again and can freely be who I am... Really, I'm getting a bit fed up.... All this just because I am being myself, it's amazing how I can't even have the freedom to be that, it's not even a teenage tantrum, because I am not complaining to use drugs and commit indecencies, whatever, I am literally wanting the freedom to be myself, this is so hard for them to understand me... Fuck... I honestly don't know how I can stand it... So I went to the bathtub in my private room to take a bath and relax. I sat there looking at the ceiling and reflecting a little bit.

Laura... I don't know why... But you were one of the best things that came into my life... I really don't know if I could have the morals to stand up for myself that much and get out of these chains... But she strengthens me to do that, I admire her so much... I really do... A person like that... She just wants to make me strong, she wants to make me feel good, she wants me to excel, to be Bernadette Cavendish... I am beginning to think that she is winning me over, such a mature person... So nice, I feel comfortable and happy with her, but I'm going to leave some time for me to make this decision because it takes a lot of maturity and with her I'm sure it's a lifetime of love... I would make a point of marrying such a big woman... I would be the happiest person in the world, I am sure... After the shower and personal hygiene I put on my uniform and listen to her hidden by it, as I go out the door I find Beatrice and Molly... Oh them... Molly at least is nice, she's just not much of a talker... But Beatrice... She's a horrible person... Wait what she's doing coming to me... She's going to offend me again.

- Bern... Look... I wanted to say that even though I disagree with everything you do... I can respect you, you do what no other girl in our class has ever had the courage to do. I have to admit that even though I don't like you being so empowered, at least you're not being anyone's doormat, and you have my respect - Beatrice said with her hand on my shoulder.