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"YOU CAN'T DEPORT ME TO THAT SHITTY PLACE!" I scream, glaring at my older brothers who had already packed up my suitcases, ready to throw me out of our château .
"Yes, I can," Jacques, my eldest brother, scoffs, rolling his green eyes at me. He takes his seat on the armchair, crossing his legs as he leans back, his face showing his frustration.
"Julien, how did you manage to break your gym teacher's arms?" Jerard, my second elder brother, laughs, shaking his head at me with a grin.
He always found situations like these amusing and he was always the one who cheered me to do all these violent things
"Not just arms, she dislocated his knee and got expelled. Am I surprised? No." Jacques groans, pressing his fingers against his forehead, trying to calm himself down.
"I'm sorry, okay?" I groan, falling onto the couch, "Please, please don't send me to that school. It's hell over there."
"And you're a devil, that's where you belong," Jerard smiles, patting my head but I slap his hand off, glaring at him.
"This is not fair!" I shout, "You two are sending me off to some delinquent boarding school! I don't belong there!"
"You belong there, Julien. You'll fit in there very easily since you're a delinquent yourself. That's the only school in this country which is willing to take you without any complaints. It's final that you're going there and I don't want to listen to any excuses," Jacques states, his tone sounding a bit too commanding and I press my lips together into a thin line, knowing I have no power against my eldest brother.
"Don't grin, you little bitch. I hope you suffer to the point you die," I hiss, glaring at Jerard who looked way too amused for his only sister to be deported to a delinquent boarding school.
"My suffering will only lead to your pain, Julien," he muses, smiling at me, "But don't worry, I'll make sure to visit you once a month. That's the best I can do to support my dear sister, right?" Jerard feigns a frown, patting my shoulder.
"I swear to God, Julien. If you get expelled from that school, then I will have no choice but to send you to the nunnery. You're a Catholic so act like a good Catholic," he threatens, narrowing his eyes at me.
"Fuck off," I groan, "I don't even go to church! Why would you bring that up?" I sneer, frowning at my brother.
"Spend three months there. I don't want any complaints during those three months. If you're good for those three months, then I'll get you out of that school and I'll pull some strings to get you back to St Jeanne's Imperial Academy." Jacques sighs, glancing at me and I smile at him, jumping to hug.
