(pov hérèse )
The door closed behind him, lightly but hard enough to understand his anger.
Here I am, actually alone but facing the supervisor.
You honestly think this little trick is going to solve the problem, huh!
My inner voice screamed.
You can't even throw a decent punch, which allowed you to do something so stupid? You're going to run away again, like you always have, aren't you?
She's really annoying, the more time passes, the more I wonder how I managed to create her.
ANSWER ME!
I close my eyes and exhale sharply, I let the emptiness deep within me sink and return to the present.
– It is only for the mathematics course that I would like a teacher.
But the supervisor remained silent for a short moment, he tapped the end of his sheet two or three times then raised his head.
– yes, yes, yes, yes… it starts this afternoon with…
His voice was barely audible; he seemed lost in thought, somewhere else.
Even he scores.
A forced smile stretched my lips; it was just an excuse, but it's already tiring me.
– with which teacher…
I pushed the conversation forward quite quickly and he ended it; it wasn't anything important, nothing that required hours of discussion.
"Go back to class," snapped the supervisor, sending me off.
He just got rid of me, I wasn't going to refuse so I went out and confronted him.
– (You can stop pretending, I know you're listening to me)
Are you trying to provoke me or are you planning to die much earlier than your age?
Something about his tone bothered me
– (you could at least have asked me why and how)
Why bother? It suits you, you want another one, idiot.
– (If I'm an idiot, you are too; even if this story is brought up again, I always have a plan B to ensure it ends in a neutral conflict)
And you trust this so-called plan B? Do I really have to listen to it?
she spat out in a very shrill voice
I shrug without realizing it; I'm going to look like a phony in front of his 4th graders who keep scrutinizing me.
I look up at the sky
– (make an effort for the love of God)
I do it every day you wake up in my place, that's already a lot.
I must now feel like a stranger in my own body.
I put my hands in my pockets and gradually regain my composure; with her, it's a real struggle.
– (I know your little game very well, so stop it, you're my Plan A, I really need your cooperation)
So what?
she blurted out with the utmost nonchalance
You will be the fabric of my pockets
–(I intend to secure a guarantee; I would only need neutral candidates for the time being. There aren't many of us, but I don't want to end up in even a minor gang.)
I understand you, if I were in your place I would have already started a war, taken the place of its leaders and now I am free to act as I please.
His murmur was dark, with an obvious malice emanating from it.
I started down the stairs and unpacked them, finding myself a little more in welcoming territory.
More than a month had passed, but I still felt that feeling again, but the worst part was going back to class, taking the same seat, always the same position, reminding myself each time of that "time".
– ( I'm not you.. , Do you intend to give me to the enemy? We have the same body; apparently you forgot.)
That's true… But
I felt her resilience.
Silence
– (but what?)
I walked back into the classroom, my gaze fell on my seat and then into Jack's eyes, he gave me a slight nod.
The class was rather calm, no, it was too quiet, it was as if they were talking about me.
They had made their choice.
– at the worst possible time.
I blew into my sleeve before sitting down.
Jack pulled me, forcing me to lean against his desk before whispering in my ear
– I only found three more.
Her voice was trembling and hesitant.
I turned my eyes
– Where are we going to fight?
– they were talking about the building behind the school not far from Raph's house… You know what… forget it… there's no need to go that far.
I knew but I didn't answer him because winning wasn't the goal.
Parfait is like all self-respecting Bastard , I learned about it the hard way.
They are always sure, he doesn't think he'll lose, their word must be faith and he prefers to have all the credit, which is why he will never ask for help or advice from outside.
I will prolong the problem that I am for as long as possible.
You will only help to benefit HIMRAD, he is not really on your side, if perfect loses we will find ourselves in even more unknown territory, I prefer the enemy I know to "a friend" who is not reliable.
Think carefully
I prefer it when she becomes this calm and composed.
– (You don't want any more trouble than this; if Mother finds out I've ended up in a small gang of thugs, I'll be immediately deported from the country)
You disappoint me greatly, you are no better than those "thugs", do you have to live your mother's life?, you want peace without giving anything that would make a madman a king.