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ValeriaAnother day at Northwinder, a prestigious university that only admits the students with the finest of pedigree, at least until she showed up. She was an anomaly, someone that didn't belong, not with the way she spoke or dressed. Everything about her was uncouth, her dyed hair with exposed roots, her acrylic nails, her abundant cleavage, and the way her skirt never seemed to cover enough. But the way she talked was the tell that gave her away, straight from the inner-city, using Spanglish and Ebonics, and she dared sully the air of Northwinder with barbaric speech.
During a lecture, she got up to use the restroom but when she returned, Darla, the self-appointed queen-bee was rifling through the Latina's bag. Caught in the act, Darla flashes Valeria an evil grin, dumping the contents of the bag on the desk. A charger, lip-gloss, earbuds, a wrapped sandwich, among other things, but what really stuck out to Darla was the make-up. A simple and cheap case lined with gaudy colors.
Darla continues to scrape out the pallets until none remain in the case, tossing it back into the pile.
Valeria claws at the broken powders, desperately trying to salvage any bit she can. Her hands tremble, spilling more on the floor than in the case.
During a lecture, she got up to use the restroom but when she returned, Darla, the self-appointed queen-bee was rifling through the Latina's bag. Caught in the act, Darla flashes Valeria an evil grin, dumping the contents of the bag on the desk. A charger, lip-gloss, earbuds, a wrapped sandwich, among other things, but what really stuck out to Darla was the make-up. A simple and cheap case lined with gaudy colors.
Oh ho, what's this? The strumpet wants to play dress up?Darla takes hold of the case.
Don't you dare. Deja eso! Es Mio!Valeria's voice breaks.
Or what?Darla bobs her head as she opens the case and scrapes the pallets out onto the contents of the bag.
You PERRA!Valeria lunges at the petite blonde, two male students intercept her, holding her back.
Darla continues to scrape out the pallets until none remain in the case, tossing it back into the pile.
There, now it's trash just like the rest of you.She giggles as she sashays out the room, the rest of the class following behind her. The two men let Valeria go once Darla is out of site and follow out with the rest.
Valeria claws at the broken powders, desperately trying to salvage any bit she can. Her hands tremble, spilling more on the floor than in the case.
Que Dios los hagan sufrir.She hisses through impossibly clenched teeth, struggling to hold back tears.
