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
It was already twenty minutes past seven and Emma hadn't arrived yet, it wasn't like her to be so late, Michaël knew it. Usually, she always arrived before 7 a.m. so that they could both arrive before the bell for the start of class. He knows Emma well enough to know that she is not the type to arrive late for school; she is far too studious and conscientious for that, which means that she has had a major unforeseen event."Sir, it's late, you should be in high school now.. I'll take you there, I'll come back to get the young lady after.""What if she comes after you start the car?" Above all, learn to meddle in matters that concern you, no matter what time it is, I'll wait for Emma"“Well sir please forgive my inconsiderate intervention”Michael glared at the driver and returned his attention to the way Emma usually arrives. He knows that he was a little too cold with his driver who has been by his side since he was a child. He is the only employee who cares about him but he cannot ac
It had been barely 6 minutes since the driver had offered to wait, but Michaël couldn't take it anymore. How does he know it's been 6 minutes? Well, he had been keeping an eye on his watch while waiting for Emma to arrive.When he saw that after so many minutes, according to him, Emma still hadn't arrived he got up and started to walk towards the interior of the district. His driver sighed, he knew his boss wasn't going to wait those ten minutes so he calmly followed him without a word.The neighborhood as he had pointed out was quite seedy, it was only 8 a.m. but the men in this place, mostly teenagers aged 19-20, were already meeting, smoking, and discussing subjects he knew were trivial. .At their age, they should be going to university or looking for a job to keep busy, but no, they were all there gathered around a kid who plays gang leader and who stares at all the passers-by. threatening manner.He can see the inhabitants of this neighborhood pass in front of them doing their be
“Hey you, what am I getting into? It's none of your business so brooms"The leader of the girl group, Mel had talked about getting agreement from the other girls around her.Michaël had straightened Emma in his arms when she had passed out, he looked at her delicately before throwing a dark look full of hatred at the girls who dared to attack her.His gaze was wild with full promises of mute death which caused Mel and her gang to take a step back in sudden fear at this divinely handsome boy. Mel swallowed heavily before pulling herself together. Why was she afraid? These are the guys who should be scared, she is the sister of the biggest boss in this neighborhood and if he finds out that they dared to challenge her, it will be over for them.She walked over and pointed to Michael at his driver cocking his gun but Michael asked him to put it away which he did. Mel, whose weapon first unseated, regained her composure before clearing her throat."Are you crazy or just suicidal sweetie? Ho