𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

4│THOUGHT SHE WAS FRAGILE LIKE A FLOWER BUT SHE'S FRAGILE LIKE A BOMB

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs
ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ
sʜᴇ's ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴍʙ ꒱


❝ LORD HELP THE MAN WHO
DON'T KNOW HOW STRONG
/ A WOMAN CAN BE WHEN
SOMEBODY DOES HER WRONG ❞

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"Somebody read that," Cory told the class as he pointed to the board.

Lucas was quick to do as he asked and recited, "'history will be kind to me for I intend to write it.' Winston Churchill."

He gave him a nod of approval. "And he did. Who's gonna write their own history here? What is history? I keep forgetting."

"History is time passing," Riley answered.

"Oh, yeah? How much time?" the curly-haired man asked rhetorically. "Someone once said, 'a hundred years from now, all new people.'"

Maya smirked and stuck her hand in the air as she stated confidently: "one hundred years."

"Wrong."

She pointed at him accusingly. "You set me up."

Cory chuckled, clearly amused by Maya's indignation. "No, Maya, I didn't set you up. I'm just trying to make a point." He leaned against his desk and gestured broadly. "Time is always moving and history is always changing. What we know today might not be what we know tomorrow. When should you guys begin to make your own history?"

"Right now," his daughter declared.

"Good. So, today we're talking about Winston Churchill—" He paused as Miya raised her hand, still not used to his 'free speech' policy. She was never comfortable speaking up in class, but there was something that was just different about the way he taught that made her want to step outside her comfort zone. He smiled warmly at her. "Yes, Miya? You don't have to raise your hand, you know; everyone's voice deserves to be heard equally."

As she put her hand down awkwardly, she was pretty sure that she heard some disgruntled muttering about that from the other students but forged ahead regardless. "But that's a famous quote from a notable person. Even though he didn't know he was going to be so well-known at the time, it kind of proves his point, doesn't it? What happens to the rest of us who don't get a quote in a history book? Does that mean our history doesn't matter?"

Cory's expression softened. "Good question, Miya. Writing your own history doesn't mean you have to change the whole world. Sometimes, it just means changing your world. Making choices that define who you are, even if they seem small. When the new people come, how do you want them talking about you?"

"Nicely?" Riley asked hopefully.

Miya caught Lucas' amused smile at the brunette's innocence as Maya wondered, "how long do we have before history makes its decision about us?"

"What if they're writing it down now?" Farkle wanted to know.

Cory shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Chapter one: Introduction. Please read."

They all turned to the first page and Miya listened as Riley repeated the words they were all looking at. "'There is a comfort in knowing that history is fixed. You can no sooner change history than you can change the nine planets in our solar system from Mercury to Pluto.'"

The class let out an understand 'oh,' which made the brunette look around at them in confusion. "What?"

"Nice job, Mr. Matthews," Lucas said, pointing at their teacher.