"Eleta! Viens ici! I asked you to feed Maurice before you went to collect your books! Look, he's bitten your sister and-"
"oui, oui, yeah, yeah," Eleta replied, "I told you I had to get them off Joella before two o'clock. Adrianne's fine, see, she cries at anything" she said, dragging her sobbing sister off the floor by the arm.
"Two o'clock or not, your cat's going to die before you know without anything to eat, you need to feed him Eleta!"
"I will now ok?" slamming the kitchen door behind her, then closing her eyes, she muttered under her breath, "salope". Bitch.
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Eleta arose late in the morning for she didn't care for school, and to be frank, they didn't particularly care for her. She always complained about the work being to hard or too easy, not being able to see the board or sitting next to Léon, who was better known to Eleta as the trou du cul of the class: The Asshole.
She was first woken by the dainty scent of fresh baguette drifting under her bedroom door, it tapped at her nostril, mingling with the stale air off her pillow, which, though Eleta's mother did the washing each evening, had not been cleaned in many a month. Her room was stuffy and small, meaning Eleta rarely slept longer than 6 hours. She would sit up in bed reading for nearly 3, then update her diary before eventually dropping her head on the pillow, closing her eyes and drifting into the world of dreams.
