Obey Me! One MISTRESS to rule them all!

The Silence and the White

Teli POV:

"Now for my greatest fight..." I mumbled as I stood still for a second.

"NOW!" I announced before attacking my curls trying to get them all in one fist in order to slip them into a rubberband.

Once I was done, I turned to look at the mirror to see the results. The image before me making me sigh tiredly.

"Once again, this is as good as it'll get..." I mumbled as I looked at the ridiculous amount of curls that escaped my fury, feeling betrayed.

And so, with one last tuck on my Aikidogi, I entered the class, not noticing that my phone screen lit up for a second from its' place in my bag, telling me I've got a notification...

"Alright class! We'll have one last pair on the mattresses and call it a day!" Master Takeshi told the class before examining his clipboard, "Mr. Marcus and Ms. Talia, come forward please!"

"Hai Sensei!" Both Johnson and I replied, me with less excitement and more annoyance as I stood up, looking at the smugly smirking Marcus Johnson as he rose up from his seat as well, his friends tapping him on the back as he did.

We stopped in front of eachother and bowed ''respectfully''.

"Ready to get your curls tangled, Lamb chops?" He asked, making his friends laugh while the rest of the class chuckled weakly.

"You know a joke is not funny when it has too much contexts." I said to no one in particualr as we both took positions before Master Takeshi yelled ''Hajime!''.

Yes. My Jewish parents, bless them and their lack of participance in my life, weren't really expecting my arrival and even though they have had 9 months to prepare, they still ended up not knowing what to call me. And since the pushy nurse wanted to pack up since her shift was about to end in 2 minutes, and she wasn't shy showing it, my parents took one look at my baby curls before announcing my name as Talia.

(Taltal - A curl in Hebrew).

And the cruelest (No kinda pun intended- Actually, yes, it is), thing about this is no one had the heart, or the brains, to tell them that since Talia is a type of a goat and our last name is Lambert, they basically just named their daughter a sheep. TWICE!

So I guess there's no need for a description to what happened once the kids at school found out that sweet piece of information. 

But I guess you yourselves might call it: 'Sheep for slaughter'.

And now you must be wondering: 'Hey Talia! How are you able to have this entire monolouge when you need to focus on a fight?'

Well, dear listener/reader/whatever! It's for the same reason why no one dares to laugh at my name after the first time someone tried!

"Yame!" Master Takeshi yelled again in a bit of panic, snapping me from my thoughts and making me let go of Johnson's arm, leaving him sprawled on the mattresses as he let out a last whimper of pain, which usually he would be caught dead making, but I guess it's fair since I almost snapped his hand...

Putting on my pink fuzzy flunnel jacket and adjusting the black tights and beige boots, I finally grabbed my duffle bag and headed to the door.

"Please Johnson! I don't have any money on me today!" Was what I first heard when I revealed the lobby, making me groan in disbelief.

Every. Single. Day, I swear-

"Oh really? What a shame, looks like I won't be able to protect you from myself today..." Johnson whined mockingly, getting ready to give the signal to his companions.