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Yara Lona Monroe. _
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Into: Je telaisseraides mots By: Patrick Wilson
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W R O S E _____
Tamara and Yara were currently seated at the cafeteria. A quite spacious area, with vintage Rome like designs in the internal. One would see this and think it looked both prestigious and lovely.
"And Mr Freelie, is our science teacher. Though he can be quite awkward, he really does excite the subject by making mini mistakes"
Yara giggled, taking a carrot stick from her lunch tray. Tamara was seated beside her, with a round marble table in front of them.
"Mr?, He's a man?"
Yara nodded, crossing her leg over the other.
"The only man in Sainte Rose. I believe it's because our school system is still old fashioned..thus the dresses and strict laws placed for us"
Tamara raised a brow, almost questioning Yara's statement.
"Y'know..the laws.."
Yara cleared her throat, and began to speak once more;
"Here in Sainte Rose, we strive to be respectful women that thrive and reach our goals in the most feminine and women like ways"
Yara spoke in what seemed to be a forced voice. One that was not hers. An awfully familiar one at that, till the lightbulb flicked in the dome of Tamara's subconscious. It was the deputy principal's voice, that Yara tried mimicking.
That sudden realisation made Tamara chuckle, while wrapping her hand around her juice box and bringing the straw to her lips.
"It's stupid really, how being a lady is still considered..a thing. What is a lady anyways?, A female that crosses her legs when she sits?, Chews with her mouth closed and is always the sidekick to the male specimen?..fuck that, I'm going lesbian"
Yara huffed, spreading her legs slightly than winking at a girl that quickly scurried away at that sudden action. Tamara shook her head, placing her juice box down.
