“You’ve really not changed a bit, have you, Belle?”
“So, just how did bạn end up in Frollo’s care?” Clopin asked, presently. “I mean, why did he take bạn in?”
“He was a friend of my Papa’s,” Belle replied. “He’s alright as a guardian. He’s just so... cold and distant sometimes. And he hates gypsies. I don’t know why.”
Clopin shrugged, wisely. “Some people are just afraid of what they don’t understand.”
“Esme đã đưa ý kiến that earlier,” Belle sighed. “It’s horrible. Just because bạn don’t understand something it doesn’t mean it’s wrong. I can’t believe those men rubbed horse dung into Pocahontas’s hair.”...
Belle French looked around the large office room she had been brought to and gulped. This was her first time in a proper high school. She had spent most of her life in a provincial little town where the majority of her neighbours had been too poor to go to school. However, after a chance run-in with Maleficent, the Deputy Head of Disney High, her father had been able to waggle a scholarship for her. Now she was here none of it seemed real.
“Ah!” Ratcliffe, the headmaster of Disney High, walked into the room. “Belle French, isn’t it?”