From unknown to unknown- Mixte 1963

Chapter 1- Start of the academic year

The gates of the esteemed school were finally opened by the guardian. As they squeaked, the horde of boys filled the courtyard. Joseph Descamps headed for the bench and sat down, watching the others with contempt. His lackeys stood by his side, Dupain and Vergaux, who always followed him like good puppies.

In this establishment reserved for boys, a change had been made. Due to the desire of the headmaster to try the experience, the school would now welcome girls. The rumor had spread to the boys who were giddily awaiting the arrival of them, exalted, and the teachers, apprehensive.

The murmurs were quieted when clicks of heels were heard by the entry of the gate. Seconds after stood a girl, sharp-eyed, strawberry blond hair styled in braided pigtails. Her dress arrived at her knees, as any proper lady would wear a dress. Her eyes scanned around the courtyard of boys. Hundreds of eyes turned in her direction, as she straightened her back and breathed to calm her anxiety before she walked toward the board. She felt the stares as she made her way there, especially the ones directed at her tits. The silence was heavy and hung in the air. There, she saw a girl with short black hair already checking her classes and began a conversation.

Meanwhile, Edith who was behind Michèle entered the school, a book covering her face. Her green skirt, tight with a black belt, and her white blouse covered by a red coat accentuated her short black hair and her green eyes. She was in the middle of reading Mobidick for the second time and carried her bag in her left hand. She dropped it lower, once she reached one of the benches and looked around. Boys noticed her slowly, but only her female attributes. Her tits were being ogled at. But soon, that slight wavering attention was redirected toward a blonde girl who had just passed the gates. Her elegant traits and impressive walk made even Edith admire her beauty because she was as gorgeous as the woman she saw in magazines.

If she had been able to swoop under the radar before, she couldn't anymore when the dean called the students in the middle of the courtyard for a speech. She rose to her 5'7 inch, closed her book, and walked toward it. Her short black wavy hair danced in the air. Her almond eyes focused on ignoring the guys she picked the interest of. The school building was old, and the colors were dull and bland, as seemed the professor. She opened her book, and continued reading, not interested in whatever the stressed dean had to say.

Following the speech, students swarmed the halls, heading to their classes. When Edith walked in, she saw two girls sitting together and decided being closer to them would be better. She took a sit and put her bag away. When she looked to the front, the girl with black hair had turned around.

" I like your dress, makes me think of Algeria, with all the green. " she complimented. This sudden interest caused her friend next to her to turn. Edith gave a small smile and showed her hand. "Edith."

The girl with braided pigtails took the hand first, " Michèle. " The other girl smiled, which showed her crooked teeth. " Simone. " The girls exchanged warm looks before a commotion occurred at the front. The beautiful girl she had admired in the courtyard, Annick, was sitting next to a chubby boy, Pichon. Miss Giraud started shouting and causing a scene, forcing Pichon to sit in the back, despite his lack of good eyesight. The boy who had been mustering up the courage to sit next to her got frozen feet and headed toward a friend. It was better this way, she thought. She didn't talk to people more than needed, her book was her sole companion. However, the horrible personality of the Latin teacher whom Miss Giraud welcomed into the class told her she couldn't attempt to read, so she put her book down.

She spent the recreation reading, so in a trance, she didn't notice the time pass before lunch. She got her trail and sat at the girl's table as if a silent pact had been approved by all. She wanted to read but worried her book might be stained. She was happy not to have opened it when Pichon collided with Annick's plate and dived his hand inside. He began to apologize, offering to give her his, as a real gentleman should. "It should be this idiot that gave up his plate!" declared Michèle, obviously mad. Boys applaud her courage with oohs.

Joseph looked at her and smirked. Because she was close, he also caught a look at Edith. " If that isn't the dean's niece talking! The new love story is fatty and uptight! " Laughter erupts among the boys in the cafeteria. Joseph stares at Michèle with a cunning smile plastered on his face, proud of himself.

"What was even written on that paper, anyway, that was so funny, huh? "Michèle asks. Edith, like everybody else awaits. "I didn't write anything on it, it was a drawing. I'm gonna show you." Joseph picks up the syrup and begins to draw on his breakfast, while his friends chuckle. He turns the plate toward the table of girls and lifts it to show the product: boobs. "It was a portrait, you see! " Guys laugh again.

Edith can feel the stares of boys going around the table and checking out the breasts of every girl. She doesn't feel comfortable, she wished they could shut up so she could finish her plate and get out of there. Simone takes a wiener in her left hand and puts it up in the air. "And this, reminds you of somebody!? " she shouts angrily before tearing it in half. Joseph's prideful face dissipates as the boys' ohs.

Edith swallows, before murmuring, " You should have taken a smaller one. " When the girls turned toward her, with smirks, she realized she hadn't whispered, and in the silence that had followed Simone's joke, her voice had been loud enough for the entire cafeteria to hear. She caught Joseph's eyes as he squinted and stared back with a deadly intent. The boys were laughing, tapping on the tables with their forks and knives, and he blamed her for making him appear ridiculous. She stared back, unwilling to back down. But his piercing eyes seemed to be picturing her getting stabbed by his very own hands, and that chilled Edith to the core. The dean entered the cafeteria, hushing the boys and urging them to finish their meal and return to class. As they obeyed, Joseph continued to stare at Edith, as if preparing his revenge. She was suspicious but got up, put her plate in the sink, and headed toward English class, following Michèle and Simone closely.

The girls talked of a boy in front of them or a celebrity, but she didn't pay attention, as she was immersed in the captivating story of her book. She didn't see the bucket of water on top of the door. She only saw Michèle drenched with the liquid. Looking down, she saw it had splashed on her book and fury fueled her as she looked in front of her to see Joseph, laughing with his acolyte. Her blood boiled, as she started walking past Simone and Michèle, ready to give him a piece of her mind.