It annoys me so much
I weakened under the weight of his grip and clenched my teeth, even though I could not stop my slight trembling.
Let me through…. ,.
– (no… it's okay,… it's fine)
You're really going to let him do this, huh? Look how he's smiling. You're too weak, too tired. Let me do this.
"The worst part is that you were hiding it," the teacher spat, then tightened his grip.
"You think you can expel me with that method, huh!" the teacher continued, whispering.
Beads of sweat glisten on my forehead and smudge into my eyes, blurring my vision… My vision
Let yourself go, capture this anger, I'm here after all
– (....)
Hérèse ardent gaze lifted, fixed on the professor with bright eyes, a sly smile, and trembling that diminished until it disappeared.
"Oh really, that makes you laugh?" the teacher retorted.
hitting him in the face with the sheet
Hérèse snatches the copy with a gesture and then glares at the teacher despite the fact that he was much shorter than her teacher.
– hhum ?!
The professor, initially surprised and unsure how to react, frowned in displeasure and pressed his grip on the hérèse shoulder, hoping to nip her rebellion in the bud.
– Ouch! (Exited reflexively)
Hérèse gritted her teeth and struck the back of her teacher's hand, pushing away his grip, and took two steps back, rubbing her aching shoulder.
"You dared to hit me!" the professor exclaimed.
By taking a step closer
Hérèse steps back and gives him a dry look.
"Your insecure self has certainly grown up since then," said hérèse , a sly smile playing on his lips.
The professor's frontal veins became visible in a fraction of a second, the edge of his lips creased
– repeat what you just said
By catching up with heresy
"You're not deaf, you understood me perfectly well," the fearless hérèse exclaimed.
The teacher grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the blackboard.
"On your knees! Rude !" shouted the professor.
Forcing hérèse to bend to her knees
Your mother will hear about this.
Hérèse pushes the professor, almost biting his hand.
PAF !
a slap rang out
Silence
With her eyes wide open, red on one side, the heretic brought her hand to her burning cheek.
It was as if he was waking up from another world, his aggressive eyes gone, replaced by his usual calm and indifferent gaze, disoriented, his eyes fixed, he let his hand slide from his cheek.
"On your knees! Now!" ordered the professor.
I slid without resistance and placed my knees on the cold floor of the terrace, but he was still not satisfied.
"How rude!" he yelled to calm himself.
And threw the sheet of paper in my face
All the tension had subsided, I felt tired and…
– (That hurts a little… As always, there's nobody here, haaaa~)
I breathe out, my eyes empty, fixed on the floor, watching her feet move back and forth endlessly.
– ( 2,3,4, 6,7,8….)
I was just counting, forgetting to even listen to the complaints he was spitting in my face.
Silence
"Stay there, it'll teach you some respect," the teacher called out, breathless, wiping the sweat that kept dripping from her forehead.
Tac! tac ! tac !
Footsteps were moving towards us, getting closer and closer to the empty space.
The teacher calmed down strangely.
A black, shiny, and well-made leather appeared in my vision, very close to me, and landed a few meters from the sheet of paper lying on the ground.
"Good evening," a voice whispered, dry and hoarse.
François
"What's going on here?" asked François.
The teacher, who had become calm and kind, barely had the courage to raise his voice louder than a little girl.
"Hahaha, good evening Mr. François," the professor said, extending his hand in the hope of shaking François's.
I raised my head slightly, but stopped myself from seeing him
François ignored the professor because I could feel his gaze upon me.
"I was criticizing him…" the professor tried to explain. "His grade is disastrous. I was only giving him advice, then he undermined my authority and even went so far as to hit me," the professor sighed, beating his chest, perfectly playing the victim.
"I accept that he may not like me, but he should at least do the bare minimum to respect all the effort I put into teaching him the basics," the teacher continued.
– (I'm disgusted)
I stood up, turned my back on François, hid my face, and prepared to leave without a word.
But François grabbed me and held me back
At this point, François had stopped following the professor since his "I was criticizing him".
He forced me to turn around and stared at my face, impassive, scrutinizing every angle
The professor's words were now just background noise.
François bent down and picked up the sheet of paper at my feet, he saw the note at once and placed the sheet of paper on the table.
This straightens up, calms down, walks, moves forward, then
CRACK!
The following gesture
A sharp blow to the jaw.
The professor collapsed backwards onto his buttocks, his lip split and his nose running, like a rag.
François straightens his suit and removes his blood-covered glove
"That's how you 'raise' a child," François retorted, still as calm as ever.