(poor hérèse )
– (come back)
Nooooooo
And disappeared at those words
– (YOU REALLY HAVE A GIFT FOR ANNOYING ME)
Silence..
She's really gone.
For a brief moment, they all exchanged lost glances for no reason.
Then the guard cut in, clearing his throat.
– Mr. Hérèse … this is the second time I have seen you in my office for bad behavior.
He pressed himself even closer to his desk, giving the impression of wanting to merge with it.
– in less than two weeks you've already started your year very badly
And everyone stared at me.
I felt even more irritated, by everything and especially by this statement
– (we can't just end this, I feel like jumping down their throats)
Especially since these "victims" were looking at their underboss with eyes full of confidence and sparkle.
Then he stared at me
The professor cut it short, stood up, banged his fist on the table, and pointed at us.
"His parents came to complain, shouting at me," the teacher sighed, staring at François.
– but I know his children, they are all the same.
– I don't want to see the three of you in my class for the next three weeks, and that's a zero on all your tests.
I rolled my eyes reflexively but covered them quickly.
– (yet another zero)
With that, the professor turned and left, his eyebrows furrowed.
– (All that for nothing, at least they didn't hit us)
I'm a little disappointed
The room fell silent, and everyone naturally turned towards the supervisor.
"Go back to your classroom," he whispered.
So I got up, ready to follow the others
"Wait," the supervisor repeated.
I turned around immediately
– No, I just want your tutor to go back to class.
So I left
Putting my hands back in my pockets.
The victims were already far ahead of me, there was no rush, let's let the disabled go first.
I expected to be passed on the stairs but I joined my class without surprise, put down my bag, settled in as usual, with the awkward glances and silence.
It's annoying.
What regular class doesn't have lessons first thing Monday morning? Are you sure this is a private school?
At least in primary school we never had time to waste staring at each other like electric buddies
I felt the heavy gaze and fixed my eyes on "her", still in a bad mood, her expression tight, turned towards me, one foot on the other under her long nun's skirt, she added her arms crossed under her chest.
I scrutinized her with a raised eyebrow.
"Do I have something on my head?" I said sarcastically.
She said nothing and curled the corners of her lips downwards, frantically tapping our chair with the tip of her foot.
– (Of course she had to be the one sulking, I'm not your mother)
I looked away,
I've seen all kinds of colors
Resting his head on the desk
And again, as I expected, half of my row moved to the back, even dragging Jack with them.
They really go to a lot of trouble for me.
I am touched
Or maybe they just weren't talking about me... that makes sense too.
For a shitty morning,
Happy for the break but save
This is really the first time I've taken my break and left the classroom
I feel like I'm suffocating.
Finally, before was better
I settle down on one of the three small steps opposite my classroom, doing nothing but daydreaming or trying to call her
In a dreadful background noise, that's what adults are like for us, running in the sand
She dramatizes things a bit too much and runs away every time a problem rears its head.
– (That's the pot calling the kettle black, another zero, I absolutely don't regret locking you up)
– (That's exactly why I did it)
Silence
– health?
A voice murmured amidst this sonic fog.
A passerby?
Without even lifting my head, which was calmly resting on my hands
– It's impolite to ignore people
The voice murmured again, but this time a little too close to my ear.
I step back and wipe my ears, examining her from every angle to discern what is hidden within this madwoman
"Do we know each other?" I asked.
She stared at me in surprise, arms outstretched and a forced or embarrassed smile on her face.
"We're in the same class!" she exclaimed.