I came home from my date quite satisfied. I would have liked to spend more time with Michaël, but he asked that they not upset my mother by making me come home late. I don't like what's going on here at all. I arrived and found Rayan in the living room across from my mother. I frowned not understanding what was going on and my mother motioned for me to come closer to them. Which I did of course because the curiosity I felt at the time was too great. As far as I can tell, Rayan is not the type to pick me up from my house for a single day of absence, our relationship has never been like this. I looked at my mother who was way too smiling at me and I knew there was a problem. "Take a seat my darling..." I took a seat next to my mother and I stared at Rayan so that he knew that I did not understand his presence in this place. He put on a rather embarrassed face before smiling at me. “I was talking with your piano teacher about a way to make you a great pianist faster. He told
Last night, I didn't sleep well and I also didn't talk about what was going on with my mother to Michaël. I don't want to come across as an ungrateful bad daughter when my mom has to do all this for my good. Very early the next morning, I got ready to have breakfast with my mother who was already waiting for me in the dining room. “Hello baby, how did you sleep? Your eyes are puffy... oh my you're all puffy are you feeling okay?" I said nothing in response while on the other side, Cecile watched us from afar. She frowned wondering why the young teenager was like this and she looked at her boss with displeasure. So she wants to say that she doesn't understand why her daughter is like that? All that night she thought about it and she concluded that the girls would have lived better, especially Emma, without their mother. She used to sympathize with her misfortune but now that she has had the chance to see how this woman treats her daughter, she knows that Amanda Clark would n
Throughout the first lesson, I kept casting worried glances at Michaël but also at Aden. Despite their unique characters, they are the nicest boys I know and I just wonder how such nice people can hate each other so much. Can I ask Michael what's going on? Or Aden? Is that a little too indiscreet of me? But I don't like this atmosphere, this tension between my boyfriend and my best friend. I lowered my head not paying attention to the teacher while behind me, Carla watched the two boys with a frown on her face. She already knows that Michael and Emma are together, but she also noticed this boy when Michael was on a trip and Emma was suffering from her sister's shenanigans. She was sure at that moment that this famous Aden was in love with Emma and had even made fun of it. But there is no longer any question of laughing at it. Her little chip seems torn by this situation and she doesn't want it to continue like this. No matter how these motherfuckers feel about each other, s
I felt lost, I was running, bumping into people as I passed, but I didn't care. I'm in a delicate situation, I adore Michaël, more than reason, but Aden is my friend. He is dear and precious to me, so to see them arguing like this saddens me. I stopped in front of the old building and tried to catch my breath. I had to understand why there was so much animosity between them. I care about both of them and I don't want to lose them. From what I know of them, at least, Michaël will never ask me to choose between our love and my friendship with Aden, at least I hope so. I sighed feeling Carla's hand on my shoulder. She hasn't stopped following me since I left class and even though I heard her calling me I didn't stop. I wanted to gather my thoughts to find a way for the two to explain to me what their dispute is. "Ah you're small but you are running fast" She seemed to catch her breath and I felt a little guilty. **I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...** "It doesn't matter and in t
Michaël took me back to the S-class canteen and we found Carla there who had prepared some snacks for us. " THANKS " We thanked her and sat down deciding to eat as I watched the other students return to class. Indeed, the buildings of the S class were located on the hill behind the high school, so we could see the other students of the normal classes running around because it was the end of the break. I turned to see that neither my comrades nor those of other ranks seemed disturbed by the ringing. I saw a student in our class stand up, yes our delegate had been promoted to class S as well. Cynthia Shevil came forward giving me the program before speaking. "Class S is not like the others and in the same way that we have more freedom, our teachings are more pragmatic and pushed than the others." I guess, with what my mother put me through as an education, I don't think I can still consider myself as having the level of a sophomore. I looked at Michaël who had put his hand on h
Victor Burns felt extremely stupid as he walked through the cold streets of the city of Central. He was just lit by the lights and trying to keep warm with his heavy coat. He'd had another long day at the hotel because Amanda hadn't been there lately. Cecile had told him that she was doing it to always keep an eye on her daughter, believing that the kid was unconscious. Just like Cécile, at first, he was happy for her boss because she could finally enjoy her family, but since she's been so intrusive, he doesn't know what to think. He sighed before looking at the watch on his wrist, no matter what goes through Amanda's head he doesn't have to judge her especially since life isn't very rosy on his side. He is in love. And it has been for years. The woman, the chosen one of his heart is none other than this cold and inaccessible woman that is Amanda Clark. Despite their age gap, he was unable to control his feelings and succumbed to this strong, fighter, and enterprising woman.
Mira sat down next to me as she looked distressed for some reason. Or at least not seen that now I know - even though I had already guessed - that Michael and Aden had shared a very deep relationship. So Mira's confirmation that they had been friends, the best even, doesn't surprise me. So it's true, they were friends and now they hate each other. A horrible thing must have happened for the two to come to hate each other so much. Don't we say that hate comes from love? It must be the case here. **If they've been such good friends then why do they hate each other like that?** Mira gasped in surprise before looking at Emma. "So they showed animosity towards each other in front of you? I didn't think it was at this point and Michaël refuses to tell me anything..." I frowned, how come to Michael refuses to tell him anything? **Do you know what happened between them?** Mira sighed, one would have thought that her lament tore the air. It was so serious. “I don't know everythin
I looked up at Michael in amazement. What had he just said? Marry me? But we are so young and the future is so far ahead of us, how can he be so confident? I am in love with him and my dream is to be by his side for the rest of my life, but between what I want and what Michaël represents for society there is a huge gulf. I know that my status has evolved lately but I am lucid enough to know that even so, I am not always good enough for Michaël. Comments in forums and other fandoms for Michaël the model constantly remind me of this. I'm not a dreamer either, but what Michaël just said makes me happy. "Ah, good time. I wish you a good and long life. And you, my little Emma, I am happy that you are practically part of my family... you will be an adorable girl» I pursed my lips as John Keller turned to walk out. He gave Mira a cold look before leaving the room. I looked at Michaël and he smiled embarrassedly. "I'm...sorry I should have told you or at least..." I put a fing