"Madi tel me chit happened (tell me what happened)" Clarke said as they walked through the school corridors.

Madi sniffed and started to tell the story.

"Osir were in class. Em asked a question en ai did nou know the answer. Ai got em foto en em made fun gon me. Gon ai sleng en accent. (We were in class. He asked a question and I did not know the answer. I got it bad and he made fun of me. Of my language and accent.)"

Through gritted teeth, Clarke translated for Bellamy before encouraging Madi to continue.

"Won gon the boys, pulled ai braid. Ai told em kom nou ba em didnt. Mr lightbourne said "maybe taim ai didnt don hair like a savage ethan wouldn't ge distracted" den em took away ai recess tomorrow. Em said ai was being disruptive. (One of the boys, pulled my braid. I told him to stop but he didnt. Mr Lightbourne said "Maybe if I didnt have hair like a savage Ethan wouldn't get distracted" then he took away my recess tomorrow. He said I was being disruptive.)"

Clarke was fuming, and from the look on Bellamy's face, he was almost as angry.

They rounded another corner and came face to face with a red classroom door, with 'MR R LIGHTBOURNE' printed on it.

Clarke didn't hesitate.

Didn't even knock.

Just threw the door open.

Inside was a man sat at his desk. He was tall, with greying hair and beard and a pair of glasses perched on the end of his nose as he sat, seemingly marking test papers.

"Do you get off on bullying your students?"

Mr Lightbourne looked up in surprise.

"I beg your pardon? Who are you?"

"I asked if you get off on bullying vulnerable students? And I'm Clarke Griffin. I'm Madi's mother and I'm the one who's going to report you to the board of governors and the director of education in Arkadia State. Now I'm going to ask you again, why the hell would you pick on a vulnerable student?"

Clarke was clearly ready to rip the teacher's head off and Bellamy knew it, so he put a hand on her shoulder in a silent effort to calm her and, if necessary, hold her back.

Lightbourne eyes darted from Clarke to Bellamy to Madi and back again, before a tight lipped smile crawled onto his face.

"Miss Griffin, I'm not sure what Madi told you but, I'm afraid you have the completely wrong impression of things."

"Do I? Because I'll tell you one thing, my daughter? She doesn't lie."

Lightbourne stood from behind the desk and walked round in front of it.

"If Madi misunderstood my words then I'm sorry she misinterpreted because of her poor English-"

"Is that what your issue is?"

It was Bellamy who spoke now, eyes narrowed on the grey haired man.

"You picked on and humiliated a ten year old because you have some xenophobic prejudice about the fact she makes mistakes speaking English sometimes?"

Lightbourne's jaw tightened though the smile never dropped.

"I do believe that Madi would have greater success at fitting in if she spoke proper English, all the time, instead of slipping into, what do you call it? Tigishdasleng?"

"Trigedasleng. Ai speak the sleng seintaim, do yu don a problem kom me? (I speak the language too, do you have a problem with me?)" Clarke growled, the Trig words sounding venomous, as she took a step towards Lightbourne, until she felt Bellamy's hand on her shoulder, partly in restraint and partly in comfort. Clarke took a breath and then looked at Lightbourne with a laser sharp glare.

"Trigedasleng is part of Madi's culture, it's her heritage - actually, you know what I don't need to justify why my child is allowed to speak in her native language. What you did is despicable."

With an obviously forced look of contrition, Lightbourne said whilst concealing a sigh

"What can I do to fix this Mr and Mrs Griffin?"

"You can't fix this, but the least you can do is apologise to Madi."

After Lightbourne apologised in a simpering, sickly voice, Clarke, Bellamy and Madi left the office. Then after a conversation with Principal Gabriel Santiago it was settled. Madi would be removed from Russell Lightbourne's class, Lightbourne would be reported to the education board and Principal Santiago himself would tutor Madi to help her with her English and catch her up in the other subjects she was behind in.

Madi was looking a lot happier halfway through the conversation and looked positively thrilled when Principal Santiago crouched down to where Madi was clinging onto Clarke's leg, offered her a hand to shake and said with a smile

"Ai hope bilaik yu laik a fan gon studying. (I hope that you are a fan of studying.)"

"Nomon nomon! did yu hear? em said-"

"Yes yes, I heard Madi." Clarke smiled, while raising an eyebrow at Gabriel who smiled a little sheepishly and said with a half shrug

"I spent some time in TonDC when I was a grad student. International teacher training programme. I have to say though, my Trigedasleng is a little rusty. Perhaps Madi will teach me something too."

Madi's new found joy was made quite clear the moment they got back into the truck.

"So do ai call Belomi 'nontu' nau? (So do I call Bellamy 'dad' now?"

It took Clarke a moment to realise what Madi was getting at.

"Madi Lexa Griffin!" She exclaimed, looking scandalised as she turned in her seat to stare at the grinning little girl.

"What did she say?" asked a curious Bellamy.

"She..." Clarke flushed as she half mumbled, half stated through gritted teeth "She's making a little joke about the fact her" and here Clarke reached between the seats to put her hands over Madi's ears "her douchebag teacher called us Mr and Mrs Griffin, and neither of us corrected him."

Three expressions crossed Bellamy's face in quick succession.

Realisation.

Wide eyed surprise.

And then flushed awkwardness which he covered with a chuckle.

"Guess we didn't."

They drove back to Clarke's place in the most comfortable uncomfortable silence ever, with Madi grinning and humming away in the back seat.

Finally they made it back and as they got out of the car, Clarke patted Madi's shoulder and said quietly

"How bout you go start on your homework strik won?"

"Sha Nomon."

And with that Madi scampered up the stairs towards the apartment.

Sticking her hands into her pockets, Clarke turned back to Bellamy who was leaning with his arms on the hood of the truck.

"So... thanks. For the ride." Clarke said, internally cringing at how awkward she sounded.

"No problem."

They looked at each other for a moment before Bellamy wrapped his knuckles on the hood and opened his door.

However before he got in he paused.

"You know, Lightbourne had it wrong."

Clarke rolled her eyes.

"Obviously."

Bellamy chuckled.

"Yeah... You'd be Mrs Blake. Not Mrs Griffin."

And in the time it took for Clarke's jaw to hit the sidewalk, Bellamy had gotten into the truck and driven away.

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Well what the shimmering fuck was she supposed to do with that sentence?

Ta da!

Sorry it's been a while, I'm back at college so writing is a bit harder at the moment.

Also, depression is a bitch.

But hey the good news is I'm finally getting to watch season 6 properly so yey.

Let me know what you think, I love hearing from you.

More soon.

Geronimo xx