The weeks that followed were not the same and Fabian could say that. His young boss seemed more fulfilled, and happier to go to college. He always had a gloomy expression when going there and even seemed impatient to be there. Something good must have happened there. At least he hopes that his little boss can finally have the chance to live like a teenager his age. He hopes more than anything that it will. Of all of them, Michaël is the one who deserves it the most. This kid, he was robbed of his childhood and now he is just an empty shell devoid of life who must act for the good of his family. Why should a child have to carry a burden like this so young? It's true, he had to start working early and in really difficult conditions, but he could count on the love and support of Carmen and Sophie. But Michael is alone, he has no one. His mother, the person who should cuddle and support him in difficult times, is more of a child than anything else, clinging to desperate love
Aden looked at his friend as if he had hit his head and he wasn't the only one. Fabian couldn't believe his ears either. Michaël had just told them that he had a girlfriend, which was not the problem but he was thinking about who the girlfriend in question was. That was the problem. The two had a common thought: he lost his mind. They couldn't believe that was the kind of girl Michael was going to love. It was not possible. For Fabian, just the small exchange they had once made him understand that the young girl is not a good person and for Aden, from the first time he had seen her and the many times when she had pretended to bump into them just to say hello, he had known that something was wrong with this girl, and since he didn't know how to play appearances, he always gave her a contemptuous look. When his friend comes to tell him that this slut has become his girlfriend, he finds it difficult to accept it " Are you sure? I mean it's sudden" Aden looked at Fabian who had
Aden was walking down the street not knowing what to do. It was the weekend and he usually spent it with Michaël, but since the latter had the brilliant idea of pairing up with this girl, they spent less time together. He indeed feels alone but at the same time, he wants Michaël to get to know who this girl is and to finally be able to let go of her. For him, it is almost impossible that he finds out anything about this girl because he would have to get closer to her, but in his case, it is impossible. Well then, not at all. He sighed before deciding to go have fun in the red-light district of the city. There were plenty of arcades over there, tea rooms and also there could be karaoke. He would have liked to go with Michaël but he had an appointment with the other jug. Putting on a cap and a muffler, he walked down the street mingling with the others. He is not very famous, he just does minor commercials for sports brands but his mother chose for him to follow the same care
Shirley had been expelled from their college the very next day and she had been caught up in a fuss with the police because of Michael's call. She had a stain on her file and with the influence of the Kellers, he was unable to integrate an elite school in the city and the majority of cities in the country. Once her biological father's wife heard that her mother was using their family name to gain privileges, she cracked down making their lives even more horrific especially when she heard that Shirley had gone after the invaluable Keller family with their shenanigans. For fear of suffering reprisals from John Keller who kept saying that his son was the pearl of his eyes, the woman asked her husband who was a prestigious senator to ensure that these two people, that is to say, the mother and daughter, disappear from the country. The man who had never recognized Shirley as his daughter and had no intention of doing so either followed his wife's commands. This is how Shirley and her m
I was crying in Michael's arms, I was exhausted yet so happy but also very angry. I wasn't expecting him for several more days so when he knocked on my door I first thought I was dreaming. The fact that I missed him and all that I went through in his absence made my senses perhaps blurred. I tried to ignore this euphoria growing in my heart and slipped back into my sheets. Then he kept knocking and I knew it was real, he was back. My joy was only great, but then I faced reality. My wounded body that I had managed to hide from everyone but especially the events of the last few days. I bit my lip before shaking my head. Michael is there, so what? I just can't afford to open it to him anymore. I don't want to see him. During those terrible days, I could have leaned on him like during the first two days he left but he changed, he became so cold with me and the height came with this article showing him cooking with another girl and now he comes back as if nothing had happened.
The next day after the story with the fermented soy water, I arrived at school embarrassed by the stares I was getting. Everyone was looking at me and when I say everyone, I mean everyone. They were looking at me and talking about me, and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. No, the subject of their conversations was me, Emma Clark. I was nicknamed the rot. It was another name in addition to bitch and other names that I refused to remember because it was so horrible. I lowered my head hearing them laugh and talk badly about me. The boys were throwing light stones at me and every time I got a little too close to a group, I got spat on. It was disgusting but they were the ones who thought that it was me who did the disgusting thing. I put up with it because I didn't want to create scenes. In fact, what can I do against a whole high school? I walked into the school buildings and kept getting all these mean words and visceral hatred as I walked down the hall not wanting to be
I stayed in Carla's arms for a long moment as she stroked my hair trying to soothe my pain. "I'm here, I'll do my best to protect you, I promise." » I nodded as she led me into the old building asking me to stay well out of sight as she left to get something to eat. It's true that with all that, I couldn't eat all day but with what happened in the morning, I can't go to the refectory. I'm sure the story of the stolen bracelet has already made the rounds in high school and therefore has been revealed to everyone, and now I would be even more insulted and marginalized. I should stay hidden away from their pettiness. I sighed, going to sit on the old piano that my love and I often play on. I wanted to play it before I remembered that I try not to draw attention to myself. I was in so much pain, I needed his sweet words so I took my cell phone and sent him a message because curiously I hadn't received anything since the morning which is a totally strange fact. He must have wor
"Emma" I turned to find Carla panting. She had panicked eyes as she ran towards me, taking me by the shoulders. She began to scan my body, certainly looking for new wounds to those I already have before sighing relieved not to have found any. She looked down to find boys writhing in pain then her face hardened as she saw Lens who had just resurfaced trying to get up. He was struggling anyway and was trying to stop the bleeding from his nose. His mouth was also bleeding and I heard him complaining that he had lost two teeth. But the next thing I saw was Carla kicking him hard in the jaw, sending him heavily back to a wall behind. "Damn, what else did you want to do to Emma?" » " Again? » Aden's voice was low as he asked this question. My heart quivered at his gaze and I shrunk. “Yeah that bastard tried to force Emma two days ago in high school can you imagine? But the worst part is that he said it was Emma who made advances to him and his crazy girlfriend and her frien