Leclerc

P4

⚠️ I will post P5 today in 3 hours!! ⚠️

Adeline was sitting boredly in her classroom. She didn't want to talk to anyone. The only people that would talk to her are the quiet people, or the teachers. Which was okay with her. Everyone else were just.. mean assholes. The popular guys, girls, the sporty people, even the nerds didn't like her. What she did to the nerds? She doesn't even know. Maybe because her grades weren't too good? I mean, she would often skip classes. She was a 13 year old girl who had no motivation in anything, after all.

Everything was different. Ever since her dad died in 2015. She was only 5 at that point. And her mom tried so hard to care for her, but she just couldn't. She was so heartbroken herself, she couldn't care for a little 5 year old kid too. So, she thought it was best to send her daughter to her husband's godsons family. The Leclercs. Adeline always adored them, almost as much as she adored her father. Not quite, but almost. She had always been daddy's little girl. Until the incident happened. Japanese Grand Prix, 2014. The day that Jules Bianchi had crashed.

Adleine was there. Sitting on her moms lap as suddenly she saw a red flag. She knew what it meant, he had told her all about the sport. Well, not really, but enough for a 5 year old to understand. Nothing could ever break her more than the moment she saw her father getting carried away by medics.

"Hello, class!" An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and suddenly everything went quiet. Her attention turned to the woman who stood in front of the class. "I'm Mrs. Mcnicoll" The new teacher introduced herself. "I will be your new history teacher for next year." Her voice was calming, and Adi couldn't help but smile.

The woman wrote her name on the green board, and told a bit of herself. After a while, she told the students to introduce themselves and tell her a little bit about them. That made Adeline feel uneasy. She never liked speaking up in front of people. Before she even knew it, it was her turn too.

"E-Ehm.." She stuttered nervously. "My name's Adeline.." She didn't know what to say. The new teacher smiled. "Hello, Adeline. Tell me a bit more about you?" She asked politely. Y/N nodded. "Uh.. my last name is Bianchi.. and i'm from France.." Mrs. Mcnicoll smiled at her as Adi mentioned she was not from Monaco.

"Hm.. What is your favourite color? or number? animal?" Mrs Mcnicoll asked further, trying to get her to talk about herself a bit more. "W-Well.. my favorite color is ehm.. red.. and my favorite number is 17.." The thirteen year old said nervously. "Oh? Why is that?" The teacher smiled. "I-It was my dad's number.. " She spoke quietly. "Pff, number of what? How many different women he had?" A boy laughed. It was one of the popular guys.

"Excuse me." Scolded the teacher, frowning at the boy. Adeline was taken aback by that statement. Did he really just say that? No he didn't. The thirteen year old girl coffed, placing her arms on top of each other on the desk before placing her head on them. This is always how it went. No one in her class was really into formula one, i mean, they were just kids who did their own thing. Everyone made fun of her for liking it, though. They didn't know she was related to one. Or well, maybe two at this point.

Actually, they did know, but they didn't believe her in the slightest. They thought she was just some attention seeker. And to be honest, even if they did believe her, they would still make fun of her. No matter what she did. She was always made fun of by this specific group.

What she wanted to say before she got rudely interrupted, it was the number of her father before he had passed away. And the colour red because of her brother, who was racing for ferrari. I mean, it didn't really sound believable anyway.

She sighed. The teacher moved on, and soon it was the end of class. She just wanted to get home. Even if she still had 2 periods. Just as she was about to go to her locker, someone shoved her, making her almost loose balance. "Oops, sorry Mrs. Ferrari girl. Didn't see you there." Jacob, some popular guy said after she had turned around. "What do you wan-" She got shoved again, this time making her fall back as she wasn't expecting that at all. A gasp left her as she hit the floor, and she looked at the boy in front of her in shock.