𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 & 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ━ girl meets world²

3│WINNERS VS LOSERS

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❛ ʟᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ & ʟᴀᴄᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚  ▎❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀs ᴠs ʟᴏsᴇʀs ꒱


❝ THANK YOU FOR
 ACCEPTING ME EXACTLY
AS I AM ❞

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"Buenos días chicas, tomen asiento," Ms. Feinstein-Chang greeted her students.

They all did as she instructed and took their seats, with Maya, Riley and Miya (in that order) claiming the middle row. Riley paused just before she sat down, announcing, "Spanish class. I just love this class. I wish it was in English."

"Roberta. . . Español solamente," their teacher requested.

The brunette put her hands on her hips and gave her a blank stare. "What are you trying to accomplish?"

"She wants us to only speak in Spanish," Maya translated for her.

She adopted a strange sort of accent that didn't belong in any culture, but it had a lilting quality to it that she was clearly trying to make work. "T-Today I ham ha-wearing sandals."

Ms. Feinstein-Chang's lips pursed at her terrible attempt. "Roberta."

"That's my name in here!" the Matthews girl exclaimed brightly.

"Roberta! Spanish only!"

Maya smiled and leaned forward conspiratorially, speaking in surprisingly fluent Spanish: "la ayudará, Señora Feinstein-Chang."

"Le agradecería, Maya," the older woman conceded with a sigh.

Riley pouted at the only word she recognized: her best friend's name. "Why do you get to stay Maya and Miya and I have to change our names?"

"Because Maya's an actual Spanish name," Maya answered.

"Well, then, what's Riley?" she wanted to know, leaning her chin on her hands petulantly.

Maya turned around in her seat to face her. "A trick to make us all think you're cute."

That made the other girl beam happily again as she declared, "I'm Riley."

Maya nodded as Riley proved her point. "You did it. I wanna squoosh your face."

Miya cringed. "Please don't squoosh my face."

The blonde's gaze flicked past Riley's shoulder to land on her. "Don't worry, I'll leave that to Farkle."

Miya was more than glad when their teacher called their attention back to her. "Buenos días, clase. Yo tengo las primeras para volver a ustedes." She came out from behind her desk with a pile of papers on her hand and began to return them to the students. As she gave Maya's back to her, she complimented the younger girl, "buen trabajo."

Riley leaned over her best friend's shoulder to peer at the bright red letter that marked the top of her page. Her eyes widened with hopeful anticipation as she queried eagerly, "ooh! Wait! Wait, what's that in English?"

Maya beamed proudly at her grade. "An A is an A wherever you go."

Riley lifted her arms and let out a loud cheer. "Yaaaaaay!"

"Spanish!" their teacher corrected her sharply.

The brunette quickly changed her shout to a long, drawn-out: "goooaaal!" Her excitement was quickly cut short as Ms. Feinstein-Chang gave her paper back. Her smile fell at the sight that greeted her. "A D?"