[DISCONTINUED FOR NOW] 1960s France, where a new era unfolds with sweeping changes. Amidst the societal upheaval, Nadine Magnan embarks on an extraordinary journey within the walls of a recently turned coeducational high school.
[Mixte 1963]
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The cafeteria food that they severed here was bland with very little flavouring. At the table I sat next to Annick and opposite Simone.
"Does the Latin teacher teacher call on you?" Another girl sitting at our table asks.
Michele shakes her head, "no he ignores us."
As Henri Pichon was walking down the walkway with his tray of food, Descamps reaches over his own table and pushes him into Annick.
Pichon's hand going straight into Annick's mashed potato's. The whole room erupts with laughter as Pichon apologises.
"Do you want my plate?" He asks her.
I glare at Descamps who is sitting there smiling, "that idiot should give her his plate."
Descamps turns in his chair to look at me before speaking, "does the deans wonderful niece have a problem?" He mocks causing laughter amping his friends.
"Why don't you tell us what was on the note?" I ask.
He smirks, "it was a drawing actually, here I'll show you." He picks up a syrup bottle that was beside his tray, before using it to draw in his potato's.
As he finished he picks up the plate and holds it up to show it to me, "it's a portrait, you were my muse." On his plate was a drawing of what were supposed to be my breasts.
I grabbed the sausage off Annicks plate and snapped it in half, "does this remind you of anyone." His face dropped and he turned back around.
I turned to Annick, "sorry about your sausage, I wasn't thinking." Grabbing the sausage I broke in half I swapped it with my unbroken one on my plate.
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After break, me and Annick walked as a pair in front of Simone and Michele. Jean-Pierre stared at me while down the hall from us.
"Your brother is staring at you." Annick whispers in my ear, "maybe you should go and talk to him."
I roll my eyes and shake my head as we reach the door, "Please, his just being weird like always." I reply to her just as I open the door to the classroom and I immediately get drenched in water.
The whole classroom goes quiet besides a few who are snickering, those few being Descamps and his friends who no doubt set this up.
Looking down I now see that my once Creme dress has turned almost completely see through. Wearing a black bra that day was not a very smart choice.
Nobody says anything until Miss Couret shows up, looking around at the class before she turns around to look at me. She takes off her jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
