As Janet raises her smelly feet, the door flies open so hard it’s like a tornado. Janet yells and trips onto her little butt. You look around. In walk 3 tall girls, all with similar black hair and middle eastern appearances. They are really tall, not just to you but to Janet as well. She seems to fear them. “L-Lyra, Z-Zara, M-Maya,” she stutters out. “Yeah, punk,” says the girl called Lyra. “Who else?” Asked Zara aggressively. “Watcha doing?” Asks the last girl Maya interestedly. “N-nothing, j-j-just showing M-Mr James around,” said Janet. She looked petrified. You look up at the three girls. They have such an affect on Janet that he could have mistaken them for gangsters. Lyra crouches down over you, holding her hand out, her face gentle. “Good morning, sir,” she says politely. “Would you like a hand?” Perplexed, you stare back at her pretty face and covered head. “Umm, sure? Wait, why are you….” She cuts you off, picking you up gently. “We’ll explain later. Come on, you’ve got a lesson to teach.” Lyra holds you up, her extremely soft hand feeling good around you. She gestured over her shoulder at Zara, who stepped forward, towering over Janet. “Jan, sorry about that. We thought you were one of Melissa’s toe rags. Come on, we won’t hurt you,” she said chuckling, as Janet cowered in fear. She reluctantly agreed and walked to Zara’s side. The 4 girls exited the girls locker area, Lyra holding you in front of her. “Who are you?” You ask the giantess Arab girl. “I’m Lyra, leader of the Anti-Melissa Squad,” she replies, her voice gentle and measured. You look up at her in confusion. “As in, the blonde girl?” You ask. “Exactly, her and her associates. We’ve got a sorta reputation, isn’t that right, Jan?” She teased. Janet nodded nervously. “Why is that?” You questioned. “Because we’re the only girls around here that Melissa thinks at least fifty times before crossing paths with,” stated Lyra proudly. You look up at her in amazement. They arrive back at the class. Lyra hands you to Janet and they tell her to walk in front of them into the room. She obeys, cradling you gently, throwing nervous glances over her shoulder at the three. “Back already?” Mocked the blond girl Melissa, getting up to snatch you. Janet cowers, but holds her ground. “Back off, you jerk,” she says defiantly to Melissa. “Oh, and who’s gonna make me? You?” “No, we will,” responded Lyra, entering the room with Zara and Maya. Melissa freezes in shock. She turns slowly, facing Lyra’s chest, then looks way up into her face. “We got a problem here, Mel?” She asked mockingly. “N-no, not a-at all,” said Melissa cautiously. “Good, then, oh what is it in Arabic, oh yes, Ijlis, sit your big bottom down,” “before we paint it for you,” added Maya. “Yeah, maybe want those cheeks intact?” Finished Zara, all three tall girls grinning. Melissa hesitates for a moment, then reluctantly sits down. Lyra takes you from Janet and tells her to take a seat too. She then gently puts you back down on your desk, before taking seats with Zara and Maya. Your surprised you actually found someone to counter Melissa, and three beautiful young ladies that is.
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