Michaël got up early this morning and went to meet his father in his office. He had to make sure to arrange his schedule as well as possible to allow him to be in class much more often. He was tired of living a life dictated by this man to make him take responsibility for his daughter. It was not normal.He didn't want to miss class anymore especially since he thought he didn't want to leave Emma alone. So early this morning he had gone to join John Keller before the latter left. He knocked and was greeted by a woman in her thirties in a black nightie who walked seductively around his father. He twisted his face in disgust, his father replacing them like vulgar objects. Anyway, all these bimbos were just there for a while because they knew that John Keller was not a man to commit serious and stick to it.Everyone remembers his marriage to his late wife, the famous actress Carmen Keller, who had to put an end to her career because of her new life as a wife and mother. But it was not the
Michaël had arrived in class on time for once, it felt good not to always arrive after the teacher arrived and to have to draw everyone's attention to yourself. This time he wasn't going to be the one everyone was going to ogle with either fake admiration or envy. He hated hypocrites more than anything and he knew that there were many in that class looking at him with clear and dishonest intentions – at least all of them except her.Emma is not like them, she looks at him with her heart and it's the most tender that exists. He opened the door to the classroom burying his neck up to his face in his coat, there was a kind of cacophony in the classroom which suddenly stopped when he entered and it made him angry. Even when he arrived on time he had to attract attention. He didn't like it and more when he heard everyone greeting him.They were way too polite to him and it annoyed him beyond reason, all those interested smiles and calculating eyes, it pissed him off royally but one thing m
"Well kids today we're going to learn an indoor sport, table tennis, I know all of you here have heard of it. Well, I'm just going to show you how it works and explain the rules and it'll be up to you to practice. Don't worry it's very simple everyone can get by and I'm sure we will have a champion among us. »The students start to moan to the great displeasure of the teacher and finally, he silences them by shouting at them. Several students have not brought their sportswear and those are exempt and will therefore be parked absent. Despite their complaints, the professor remains intransigent and asks them to sit in the stands.There are only about twenty students left out of thirty-five students and he decides to pair up.“For the sake of fair play and justice, I will form mixed boys and girls teams. Well, I will…”"Sir, it's better to let us form our pairs otherwise you will have cases of withdrawal""It's true sir, if I find myself with someone I don't want I won't be able to deploy
Michaël took me in front of the teacher who was looking at him as if he had just seen a ghost. Then shaking his head at Michael's gaze, he turned his attention to me looking at me while pinching his eyes.“Are you Emma Clark? »I nod my head and he smiles before speaking."Ah it's a pleasure Haha I completely forgot I had a new student, I hope you know a little about table tennis"Just what he demonstrated and also some sketches on TV but other than that I never practiced. Even in my previous high school, I rarely participated in sports lessons, in short, the details are self-explanatory. But even from where I was, I could see that the teacher didn't give a damn about teaching, he asked the class delegate to choose a discipline and have his classmates practice it. Once he had filled in the textbook and pointed out that he had been present, he left his students and went no one knows where until the next session.Of course, the teacher was not there, I was not going to risk myself to joi
"Wow I didn't know sir '' I'm better than everyone'' could be so nice to someone other than himself" A boy had remarked behind Charlotte while the other boys seemed to agree with him. “Besides, he looks totally in love… haha, this guy has funny taste” “Sure how to leave a girl like our goddess to prefer a girl as common as this Emma Clark and moreover man she is dumb, she can not even hold a conversation” “Haha I have my little idea on the question, the reasons that push a guy to suddenly be interested in a girl like this until he lends her his clothes” " Pity? Well, you have to admit that the girl is isolated from everyone and causes great pity even if he's pure insensitive, I am sure that he had difficulty in face of her situation » "You are really stupid" " Pardon ? » "Who do you think Michaël was waiting for in front of the girls' locker room?" And they arrived after everyone had taken their time” "No...you don't mean that..." "He's also a guy, I'll remind you haha" The
Classes had just ended and it was time for me to go to my work. Ah, it's weird to say it but I'm so happy, I finally feel like a teenager of my age living the same dreams, the same activities even the same daily life.Not only am I no longer truly alone with the best friend ever, but I can say with certainty that I am living a normal life that I never imagined I would one day live because of my disability. Even physically impaired people can also live decently and with dignity. I think I've brooded and cursed my life enough like it's time for me to live it to the fullest.Michaël and I cross the huge gates of the school and we're in the street when I see that his driver is not waiting for him as usual in front of the school. Of course, it intrigues me and I end up asking him by making gestures, not in sign language but it is quite clear in understanding.“Do you want to know where my driver is? No, I asked him to wait for me later, that gives us time to be alone together longer, don't
The Brighton family is a family that could be described as the new rich. Indeed, Charlotte's father, Karl Brighton was a simple merchant specializing in the sale of automobile spare parts. It was a profitable and respectable business that had the merit of allowing them to always have enough to eat. Her mother, a former beauty queen who had failed to make a career in the film and modeling industry, having suffered so many rejections from great men, had finally fallen back on her father, a young entrepreneur who was still looking for his marks...He loved her, that was the main thing, and because the man loved her, he did everything for her, obeying her every whim. She still had adventures, not having given up the possibility of attracting a wealthy old man to herself, but nothing helped and she ended up making up her mind after she had three children with her husband, and none of her lovers wanted to contact her again.Life was going well for the Brighton family but at school, Charlotte
The week passed slowly with the days seeming longer than normal but I managed not to notice it. How could I make that comment then? Because of JoanEvery time I came home from work at night, she just grumbled that the days seemed to go on forever and that she couldn't wait for November to finally end. It was the first time she was in such a hurry for something as trivial as the end of a month and of course of a curious nature - I know it's a bad fault - so I decided to m inquire about the situation.It's not every day that Jeanne worries about something so insignificant, she always has her feet on the ground, she is not the dreamy type and prefers the concrete to the abstract. For her, nothing beats what pragmatic guesses and dreams are for those who can afford them. She used to say that people like her don't have time to dream and that time should be used to produce something useful.This is why seeing her talk so childish about day length makes me feel like she has something planned