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Chapter 38 - Whose fault is it? 13

(pov hérèse )

I groaned and released Jacques's blow; my anger had vanished so quickly that I no longer even knew why I was so angry with him.

Once released, Jack collapsed against the wall, barely breathing and constantly taking deep breaths of air.

I swung out my uniform and re-made my clothes, and left the toilet without a single stain.

Are you proud of yourself?she whispered in my ear

The class had resumed its course, she stood straight and silent, facing her, a teacher I didn't know was working on the board.

I had no choice but to sneak in through the back, attracting the attention of some curious onlookers and especially of its "newcomers" who were already openly hostile.

– (nothing too serious)

I told myself

Don't count on me for those, you can manage on your own, stubborn as you are.

I ignored my incipient madness and slipped into my seat without a fuss.

To be honest, I was expecting to be sabotaged, but I quickly understood why they hadn't done it.

The professor turned around and abruptly placed his chalk on the desk.

He stared for a long time at the class, looking across each row, and stopped on me.

"Were you in my class before?" he asked, frowning.

I was surprised

"Me?" I replied.

Mail suddenly exploded.

– Get out of my classroom, the bell has been ringing for how many minutes now.

– Your break is over now, isn't it?

– Get out, get out, GET OUT, go to the surveillance

I was completely taken aback by his reactions

– (damn)

I didn't hit the table, just a light tap, and got up to leave, but he called out to me again.

– Hey!, what did you just do to yourself?

His forehead was so tightly pressed together that his two eyebrows were stuck in the middle

Hahaha hahahahaahaahahahha , bursting with laughter.

I swallowed my anger and pride, holding back my rage just enough to remind myself that he was old and I shouldn't answer him back, so I adopted a calm and composed tone.

– I didn't do anything, thank you

BAM ! 

He banged so hard on his desk that it made me jump slightly.

– You are excluded from my class until further notice, and neither the principal nor your parents will change my mind.

– GET-

It was at that precise moment that Jack entered the classroom

"Look, look, it's a whole group!" he shouted louder.

– my lesson is a game for you

At this point my feet couldn't take it anymore; I think I was already bleeding from the ears.

I almost regretted not losing my temper and shutting him up, but you don't hit an adult, hérèse , don't hit an adult, don't hit an adult, an adult.

HaHahaha, "don't hit an adult," she laughs even louder.

– (you're joining in too)

I simply nodded my head.

"GET OUT!" he yelled even louder.

I rushed out of the room with my hands over my ears,

Shitty school.

shitty back-to-school season

SHIT class

It's all a pain in the ass.

Jack, for his part, didn't even try to justify himself; he followed me immediately and stood a meter behind me.

I bounded down the stairs like a madman and found myself, for the umpteenth time, in that office.

I might become famous

"Sir, the supervisor," I murmured as I took my seat.

Jack followed right after; he sat down opposite me but lowered his eyes, as if I had done something to him.

Did I do something to him?

"You again?" sighed the supervisor, forced to put down his lunch tray and put his glasses back on.

– What brings you back this time? Aren't you supposed to have class at this time?

I was at my wit's end, my head was threatening to explode and my eyes were trembling in their sockets, my heart was tightening slightly at times and I felt like I was holding something in my fist.

But before I could say anything, Jack took the initiative and spoke

"It's the French teacher," he said, clearing his throat.

– he expelled us from his class

The guard remained perplexed, glancing between Jack and me.

– What did you do?

Jack spoke again

– I went to the bathroom, we just didn't get back in time

– ( "we" who)

I'll whisper to myself instead of speaking for myself

The surveillance officer sighed and removed his glasses, placing them on his desk with a pinch of color.

– there's no need to wait outside and return to class at the end of the lesson.

 

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