Michaël grew up in a stressful environment, that's the little he can say. His father, a successful businessman, had married a young actress who was making her debut but whose talent was already recognized on the national film scene. Carmen is a young redhead with green eyes and milky soft skin. She was not only an actress because, in her debut, but that is also to say when she was 14, she had been in a girl band that had many fairly popular songs to its credit. She then wanted to embark on a solo career but in vain because she, unfortunately, did not have the 'trick' to make her voice resonate and be heard. Her manager had therefore decided to enroll her in a casting for a minor role in a film and despite her protests wanting at all costs to be a famous singer, she had finally accepted and passed the audition.The producer had found her a rather explosive talent, he said, for the cinema, deciding to give her another role than the one for which she had auditioned; he had decided to bet
Michaël and I were walking down the street when he fired his driver wanting to enjoy my company even longer. It was the end of class and after working on the exercises in today's class we were out two hours after the end of class with my heart pounding at the fact that my sister must be worried."That's what I've been telling you from the start, you really should have a cell phone but you refuse to let me offer you one"I shake my head in denial, no I don't want my friend to give me a cell phone and I don't want my sister to go into more debt to give me one either.“It would be easier and simpler you know… to contact you”I turn to Michaël and he looks away while his ears are red – what are these rather bizarre reactions with him? The last time I asked him if he had a fever and he said no but he's been red for a while finally I concluded that he doesn't like the sun may be according to his organism it is too hot.I shrug my shoulders before blowing with my lips, the noise is quite pron
I was there impatiently waiting for the reaction of the owner. Either way, it shouldn't be a problem for me to be mute since I wouldn't need to talk to customers. I should just tidy up, right? It shouldn't be a complicated matter. But if there's one thing I've seen in my short life, it's that you will always be judged by what you are alienating, what you can't do. I am not arrogant but I know my capacities and my skills and I know one thing, I can when I want - and there I can without any measure do what this man will ask me to do because I am not a penguin and I can perfectly perform these tasks.Words are not a brake because only actions count.I look down and feel Michael's hand on my shoulder, I look up and I can see in his eyes that he looks determined, for what reason I can't tell.“Listen, sir, Emma is the most capable and committed girl I know, she can do any task without sawing and she is the bravest girl there is I can guarantee you that”I blushed at the flood of compliments
Michael did not expect Emma to do what she did. She kissed him on the cheek and even though it wasn't the first time it had happened to him coming from a girl his age, he had never felt such a surge of feelings. It was as if his chest was going to explode, his heart throbbing so powerfully. He blushed with shortness of breath and then lowered his gaze in embarrassment under Emma's lost gaze. She was far too innocent and naive she couldn't know how much she disturbed him with her way of acting so unconsciously. Ever since he'd seen her fearful gaze when she walked into their class, he'd known she was going to naturally catch his attention.This look he recognized was the same as that of his sister when he often takes her in public. She is afraid of the judgment of others and fears their insults. He recognizes the look of people like her and it immediately appealed to him.But what ends up convincing him is the conversation between Emma and her sister at the end of class while he was wai
Michaël smiled tenderly at his sister, Mira a 14-year-old brown-haired teenager with green eyes and an immensely sweet expression who watched him from the bed where she was sitting. She was already in her dressing gown, at least that's how she always dressed because she rarely saw the outside.Michaël walked towards her and kissed her head." How are you, my princess? Did you take your meds today? »“Yes brother the servants gave them to me”Michael stroked her head and rested beside her.“How was your day? »"We got a job at a book club...she was so happy it makes me so happy when I see her like this"Mira smiled and stroked a lock of hair wrapping it around her finger.“I would like to know her because of how much you seem to care about her”"I'm sure you'll get along well Emma is a great person"“I don’t doubt it because she makes you so happy and fulfilled just for that I am grateful to her”Michael turned to look at his sister and his face was filled with sadness. Her skin had a p
Michaël had closed his eyes after Mira's question before smiling and pulling her cheeks"What are you talking about, my princess? Haha it's not like you think you know Emma is just a friend nothing more"After saying that he rose from his sister's thighs before stretching."Okay I'm going to go, I'm going to take a nice bath and have dinner before resting - you should do the same you know you need a lot of sleep"Mira simply nodded before putting the book she had beside her on the dresser next to her bed and sprawled out pulling the blanket over her." Goodnight My Princess ""Good night Michael"The latter came to kiss her before leaving her room while Mira, still awake, thinking of her brother. The poor guy had almost no life because he was always thinking of her first and foremost. This is the reason why she is so grateful to Emma, even though she is bored since her brother is hanging out with Emma, she is still happy because he can finally think of him too.Usually, he was alwa
Jeanne looked at me as if she had just seen a ghost. Of course, she did not expect me to answer her like that or that I answer her at all. Never in my life had I ever had to question my sister's decisions, they were absolute and I did my best not to challenge her – she is my sister, my legal guardian, the one who sacrificed everything for me and who continues to do so.I don't want to be ungrateful, even if what she does often hurts me, I have to give her credit for something she does for my good. She only has in mind to ensure my happiness even if it is to the detriment of hers. I've understood that over the years, but if there's one thing I've also understood, it's the fact that she tries too hard for me and gets nothing in return. Jeanne has no life and I don't even think she has personal plans for her future.Her whole life revolves only around me and in the end, it creates a feeling of guilt in me.Why does she keep thinking it's her fault I'm mute? Even the adults at the time, mo
The next morning I am up at dawn as the sky reveals the first rays of sunshine. I'm so excited I hardly slept a wink all night and spent the evening counting sheep. And here is the first day of work. I am so happy. It is midday for Jeanne which means that on Saturday morning she can sleep because she starts her shift at 6 p.m. today. After our conversation about my job, we stayed long after her, warning me against any indecent behavior, whether from the boss or the clients.I had listened for hours and finally, tired of her speeches, she had fallen asleep and it was with great difficulty that I had taken her to her bed, throwing her there like a big bag.Tired, I went back to my room thinking that the effort made would be enough to send me directly into the arms of Morpheus, but that was a mistake. I had kept my eyes open for I don't know how long and it wasn't until I heard the special, shrill sound of the chains of the newspaper boy passing by that I knew it was already morning. and