(pov hérèse )
I ran my hand over my face and exhaled sharply.
–(Do you have a better solution?)
She just mocked me, laughing bitterly.
It's not up to me to think for you, that's no longer my role.
You can't come and ask me to answer only when it suits you.
Those words struck me a little; I wouldn't have believed it.
I slumped onto the bench, my shoulders drooping, and my forehead slowly rested against the cold wood.
- seriously…..
My voice was muffled against the surface.
Stress makes me want to sleep, but this time I remained conscious, motionless, as if raising my head had become a powerful effort.
– (I'm just going to stick to my plan)
But she interrupted me again
I only have one piece of advice to give you.
Alone you can make progress, but together you go faster.
Exploit their weaknesses; you don't need friendship for that.
She let out a long moan as if she were stretching and then fading away into my thoughts
The attack resumed shortly after
– (him again…)
If it's not the English teacher, it's the Mathematical Prophet.
He starts talking as if nothing happened, obviously he has no apology to make since he doesn't see what he did wrong.
The board gradually fills with notes and explanations that everyone rushes to copy.
The more the years go by, the more I disgust myself with school, the teachers weren't any better, the classmates even less so, here it wasn't the best, the composition wasn't obvious but it didn't change anything in the situation, the favorites were very obvious.
I began to stare at the painting without really seeing it; the words entered my ear without waiting for my mind.
I reread the same sentence over and over again, I felt like I was stuck in a temporary loop, my gaze was fixed on the white line drawn by the cream while my thoughts rose up, those old thoughts that I thought I could erase.
Will she want to change my school?
Will she believe me this time?
The best thing would be if she at least listened to me.
It's tiring, but if I leave she'll be very happy; I don't want to give her that satisfaction.
Hmmmmm...
I had hot flashes and cold sweats down my back, my heart started beating for no reason I wouldn't know how to explain it.
Will....
Noir...…..
Silence.
I took fragmented notes automatically; at least being in first place prevented me from drawing attention to myself.
I was no longer just waiting for the minutes, I was almost counting the seconds.
BRINNNNN…. NNNNNGGGG!!!
Finally, the bell of rest.
The comrades got up amidst a clatter of chairs scraping the floor, notebooks slamming against each other and pens bumping together in tickling sounds, not forgetting their laughter and jokes, which freed them from this long and boring day.
I didn't react at first; I was putting my things away calmly and slowly, which annoyed Maëva, who started stamping her feet.
"Could I come by?" she snapped at me.
Lacking the energy to give her, I simply stood up and let her pass without adding anything.
I left the room right after her, I headed towards the chairs near the gate and obviously who was there too.
Maëva.
I sat down next to it and put my bag on my knees.
Minutes pass, students leave the school, and to add to my drama, Mother Nature gives me a truly… catastrophic gift.
Godwell.
My brother, I had almost forgotten I had one.
I looked up at him, waiting for them to say something, but he seemed to just be waiting or to strike me with his gaze, I didn't care.
I raised an eyebrow
- What?
He immediately turned his gaze towards the street.
He remained like that for several seconds, not responding to anything.
Motorcycles passed by, students ran, the shopkeepers laughed, then he let out a long sigh
– I told you to stay in your corner, you're deliberately provoking me, aren't you?
His voice was low, deep, and rock-like.
I played the fool, pretending I hadn't heard anything.
But the situation seemed to worsen.
He elbowed me in the shoulder but all I saw was the pressure, you look at who was around us.
It was Maëva who kept staring at us.
– (He loves drama too much)
I crossed my arms over my bag
– I don't really know what you're talking about, do we know each other?