Forbidden: Her Interdit Love ||Completed|| ||Book One||

Chapter One

Anette

I was a coward that was sure. I was running from my memories, from my past. I was running from him. But I knew that I would never run way from it. There was too much attached. Leaving France was an act of cowardliness and I have my own personal conscious to remind me that every single day of my life. It was the worst and the best decision of my life.

¿When did I turn so weak and pathetic?

My flight had landed a minute ago and I didn't pay attention to anything, I just want to go home to my warm bed and sleep forever. I felt numb. This was my first time away from the place I grew up and the people I hold dear.

"Allez Anette, notre voiture nous attend." I take a deep breath when I heard my best friend voice calling for me over all of the noise of the airport. I grabbed my bags and follow him outside. Our stuff had arrived a week earlier and we only have to settle down. When we reach our home, I went straight to bed. Thankfully my bubbly friend didn't follow me. He probably would be tired as it was still very early in the morning. And we have to rest since we have classes today. A bad decision to take a flight from France to New York on the very same day you start classes.

With a heavy heart I jumped into my bed face between the satin pillows. I sighed heavily. Already lying in my new bed, in my new room, in my new home. I feel the weight of having left everything in France. I missed them, especially my mother scolding. But I can't turn back time. It was a decision and no matter how much I miss them and how much it pains me to be away from Elli, I have to accept my fate.

. . .

I woke up by someone calling my name. I was so tired. I could barely sleep; we arrive at 2:30 in the morning. And I want to sleep, but there's someone bugging me.

"Sophié, réveille-toi. Vous allez être en retard pour votre premier jour au collège." I throw a pillow at whoever was bugging me.

¿Why I can't just ditch the class and stay at hime sleeping?

"Cinq minutes de plus mère." My French accent were more stronger in the morning. The person seems to give up.

"I have to go, but you better be in dance class by lunch, if you're not your dead." The male voice said threatening. I ignore him and continuing sleeping.

. . .

Two hours later

I woke up startle when I heard the sound of my alarm. I raised ny head to look at my left and the clock read 10:59 a.m. I was so late for my Anatomy class. I run into the bathroom shower quickly, dress into black shorts, green top and black leather jacket put my sneakers, grab my bag and my iPhone running down the hallway picking my GYM bag, closing the front door and I sprinted into the garage.

I was so damn late.

Once the door opened, I get in and dashed into the street

I was so late, so damn late that I was considering not going, but then remember my mother's voice...

Ne soyez jamais en retard, si vous êtes peu importe à quel point vous êtes en retard, présentez-vous toujours. Une dame n'est jamais en retard.

I hate that about her. She is so controlling sometimes, but is my first day so normally they just talk about stupid and unimportant stuff.

¿So why would I show up?