POV: heresy
François opened the passage, I grabbed his footsteps with a grand gesture and followed him out of the house.
The journey to school was always the same, boring, I didn't need his help, I would have preferred to walk.
Silence
After a long, pointless monologue with me because even my mental disorder decided to ignore me despite my calls.
– (That insolent one,)
– (You can stay hidden, I understand your fear)
Running a hand through my hair
I got out of the car and slammed the door behind me, walking to stand in front of the gate.
François stepped back, parked the car some distance away and then joined me.
I let him go first and followed him into the compound with my hands in my pockets, casting a discreet glance towards my classroom at the same time.
It's going to be hot
Here I am back on the first landing again. I have the impression that the Year 9s are much more aggressive and hostile today; they were trying to block our path by filling the corridor.
That Sal with
Luckily they moved away when they saw François
They haven't lost all their politeness.
I was also searching myself, almost pressing myself against François's back so I wouldn't end up trapped in the crowd.
This whole charade continued right up to the supervisor's office.
The office was open and François went in.
"Hello," François began.
A calm but imposing voice
I just stepped aside to be visible
"Oh!" sighed the supervisor.
Just as imposing as François
Calm down, there are children nearby
"Take your seats," continued the supervisor.
With a gesture, he invited us to take our seats.
– I'll be back
And got up to leave the office
The students present in the corridor grumbled as they passed by.
– IN YOUR THEATERS
I was the first to settle down, in a corner of the room, gazing at the ceiling.
It's not even pretty
This isn't for you
– (You're back) I thought with a weary look
I couldn't afford to miss the best moment of my day; I'm here to see you suffer.
François sat down right next to me, one foot on top of the other, both hands resting on his knee
"Have you thought about it?" he murmured very softly, so softly that I didn't notice him at first.
– ooh!, I exclaimed.
Not much to say
– (I should just tell the truth)
It's still obvious that you haven't changed; you still haven't understood your situation.
– (It's your fault I'm in this situation, you shouldn't have started it)
Furious
SO it's my fault.
she screamed in my head
Are you kidding me? It wasn't you who kept calling me and now it's my fault…
You're only seeing the end of your nose.
– (Hho! Silence, can I think in peace?)
Don't torture yourself, you've already lost, before you've even arrived here….
she sneers
–.....
Tac! Tac! Tac!
The footsteps were getting closer
The supervisor returns with the PE teacher on his arm, the "victims," if I may say so.
But I narrowed my eyes in disgust and a pang of anger surged through me.
– hhum.
They were followed by the small class committee
You understand quickly
The voice of a consolidated class against an average guy.
You are like a goldfish in a sea of predators
You forget
She laughs
– (If you knew, why didn't you do anything?)
And why? Should I have done something? I never promised I'd help you willingly; I don't see the point in helping my enemy.
– (What's your problem?)
The supervisor returned behind his desk and invited the teacher and the "victims" to take their places, leaving the committee to look down on us.
I was the only one who came with a tutor, but I was very poorly regarded.
I have no problem, I love playing your game, heretic... The dumbest one dies first... Hahahaha
she laughed,
evaporate again
– (come back here) I ordered
nnaaaaaahhhh… fuck you uuuuuuuuuu
– (I really relied on her)