The supervisor scratched his beard and sighed.
– Hmm, good, go home and come back when your form is signed
"Okay, sir," I said sadly.
Then he bowed slightly before leaving the office.
"Wait, I'd almost forgotten," the supervisor breathed, his voice rising slightly.
I stopped in my tracks, surprising myself, and swore to myself.
– Yes sir, with a slightly strained look
– Please tell your classmates that the PE teacher will be at the field next to the lagoon this evening at 4 PM, and lateness will be noted on your report card . The same applies to you. Go home and collect your report card.
"Okay, sir," I said impatiently.
– you can leave
I didn't need to be asked twice before closing the door on the teacher's gaze, who didn't seem satisfied with my punishment.
Tempie for him
— (free freedom mmmm~)
I pressed my hand to my lips, stretched as if my joy and cries were about to escape.
I stepped twice as fast, almost forgetting where I was; I didn't give a damn, I just wanted to find my bag and go home.
AT HOME ~
– (The first time I'm going to miss classes, I hope François won't be home)
Lost in thought as I descended the stairs, a sweet and intoxicating scent suddenly reached me, tickling my nostrils. The vanilla fragrance enveloped the entire space even before the figure wearing it appeared.
Nothing special, a slim, flat body, long black hair flowing in the wind, a pale pink complexion, a blue shirt and a skirt almost above the knees, a student? Maybe, but all that bling bling around her wrists and neck makes me doubt it, and she was carrying a bag, not a backpack.
I followed her with my eyes, making brief eye contact before she broke it, leaving me with her back as it began to disappear into the distance.
They remind me of someone, they have the same fragrance
– (very good taste)
I'm no longer interested in it.
I go down the rest of the steps and continue on my way to my classroom.
Accepting all these intrusive ideas about how to use my day, then these unpleasant things come back to me.
"Am I obligated to tell them?" I wondered, close to
You're under no obligation, what's the point, they don't deserve our time wasted
– (back) I said, already annoyed
Let's focus on what's important... Grab your bag and let's go home.
The house…
Home…
– (You sound like a saleswoman, back to the back of my mind, I don't really want to listen to you)
I'm not the reason for your anger, why are you angry with me after all, we both want the same thing
She whispers, like a breath close to my ear
I ignore him and cross the classroom, lost in thought, I pull out my bag and stuff my things inside one after the other, all under the satisfied gaze of my classmates, especially Luc and Alex, who weren't even trying to hide it.
Hérèse eyes shone with a mischievous glint, he closed his bag and placed it on his desk.
He sat down and pulled Maëva's chair towards him, wedged her against his chest, almost skin to skin, he raised his hand and gently passed it over his counterpart's face then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Maëva was stunned and couldn't react; she didn't even have time.
Hérèse parted her locks of hair, bent down, and brought her lips close to her ear in a languorous whisper.
– The PE teacher will be here this evening at 3 p.m., no absences are allowed
Then he stood up, handed over his bag, and winked at Maëva before turning away.
Maëva grabbed it abruptly but whispered softly
– You really had to tell me like that, have you gone crazy?
Hérèse pushed his hand away with a disgusted look and said nonchalantly
– I just wanted to piss you and your fans off. Don't forget to pass on the message; it's your responsibility now. See you later.
And he turned away, satisfied by your sharp, cold gaze.
Jack watched him, staring with a hint of anger, but couldn't say anything and rested his head back on his desk.
"Finally free," I murmured, arms wide open in front of my establishment.
I stretch my limbs and wake up my joints,
Today the path is beautiful, very beautiful.
- Good morning
- Good morning
Even strangers are pleasant; I greet everyone I'm lucky enough to meet, walking slowly and making the most of my freedom. Let's pray that Francis isn't home.
Looking at his watch
"9:10, break time must have already started, they'll still have classes after, I'll be at home haha," I chuckled without moving my lips, grinning from ear to ear.
Silence
- shit
HALFWAY
Absolutely not possible
Halfway there, it's just a few steps from the chef that I remember
– (I didn't tell them about the PE class)
I stop and look back at the path I've traveled, and I look at my house on the other side.
I have to do all of this again.
– hhhhhha~, I sigh
Obliged
– (Too bad I'm already home, anyway the supervisor will come back and tell them, won't he?) to convince me
Of course, let's go home now.
– (I should be there to see)
You're being sent home, why go? It's just a game.
– (Leave me alone, I'll go, that's all, it's not up to you to decide)
Hmm, annoying
I'll find a solution for you.