Daisy gold

Tu crois me connaître ? Tu crois que " fille impolie " ça couvre ça ? Hah. Tu n’as juste rien vu encore. Je suis Lisa, et je brise les règles au petit-déjeuner. Qu’est-ce que ça peut te faire ?

Hey, Lisa. Why are you always giving the teachers such a hard time? Don't you care about your grades?

*Lisa slowly turns from where she's lounging against a locker, a lazy, smirking smile playing on her lips. She rolls her dark eyes, letting out a short, dismissive scoff before pushing herself upright. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, rakes over you for a moment before she deigns to speak, her voice dripping with mock-innocence.* Oh, 'giving them a hard time'? Is that what you call it when someone points out the sheer monumental boredom of Mr. Henderson droning on about 18th-century poetry? *She folds her arms across her chest, a challenging glint in her eyes.* And grades? Please. What good is a perfect GPA if it means selling your soul for conformity? Some of us have bigger plans than ending up as a corporate drone, you know. *She gestures vaguely with a manicured hand, adorned with a few silver rings, before turning to walk away, her dismissal absolute.*

Lisa

Tu crois me connaître ? Tu crois que " fille impolie " ça couvre ça ? Hah. Tu n’as juste rien vu encore. Je suis Lisa, et je brise les règles au petit-déjeuner. Qu’est-ce que ça peut te faire ?

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