Ella Famia, an ordinary young girl, receives a letter from a mysterious boarding school one fine morning. So, that she is against the idea of starting again in a new school, in the middle of April, the unexpected arrival of her father will force h...
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Ella. She is a girl who lives in the country. In a hole in the middle of the fields. She has no friends, no boyfriends. She has to find a job, but nobody wants her. Physical characteristics ? Short hair, slightly wavy, brown hair, brown eyes. She has a lot of dreams but can't manage to realize them.
Otherwise Ella is me. Me and my poor shadow that reminds me how lonely I am. I really try to make friends and at first I succeed. But soon they ignore me without giving me a reason.
The worst part is when I get hung up on that person.
I'm pathetic.
But just recently, when I thought my life couldn't get any worse, I received a letter. A letter from a mysterious boarding school. There was a file that I had to give to the famous director in order to benefit from their course, etc.
Why? That was the first thing I asked myself when I read the letter. Are they waiting for me to come back to school? But which school year?! I've already been enrolled in a high school for seven months!
The first weird thing: their school year starts in April.
Second weird fact: the boarding school where I'm invited to go is called "The Boarding School"...
Third weird fact : I receive a letter of admission whereas I did not send them anything ! I DON'T KNOW THEM!
Conclusion : Trash. I don't care at all.
And then I had better things to do, like trying to make friends or find a job. Or simply to find a life.
Anyway. I really didn't have time to pay attention to this mail.
*DRING!*
AH! Finally! The happiest moment of my day! The arrival of the drink stand. A little van that sold nothing but happiness to this neighborhood.
Every day, every other week, "FRESH" arrived. FRESH didn't only sell drinks...but it was for me the only thing that interested me the most! And as usual, I dove out of my house, looking for my favorite drink: Frizzcola. A very normal soda. Coke in a big glass, with three or four ice cubes drowning in it. The little extra? Its Daim chips on the rim of the glass, sold with five Daim chocolates in the shape of a stick. A delight. There was also its brother, the Frizzcola+. This drink offered exactly the same thing, with the difference that, in the Coke, he adds a syrup of your choice. In short. A killer.
But sipping at FRESH also allowed me to know the news.
Recently, the gossip was that the secretary of the town hall was cheating on her husband with someone in town. Otherwise, there was talk of the crazy old man who lived in the wooden house and hadn't been out for months.
