[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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With every step I took towards home, I got more and more anxious. I walked next to Michele, Jean-Pierre meters ahead of us.
Michele turned to me with a look of pity in her eyes, "It'll be fine, I'm sure that they'll understand." We both knew that wasn't true.
By the time we reached the house and walked into the living area, Jean-Pierre was already sitting down with a stressed expression.
Before I could speak I felt my arm being grabbed, "Do you realise what you've done!" My dad shouted at me. From the look on his face you could tell he was fuming.
I Quickly protested, trying to defend myself, "I didn't do anything!" I knew this wouldn't be effective in calming my parents down but there was little I could do in this situation.
He gestures towards a now upset looking jean-Pierre and then back to me, "What if he gets expelled, don't expect to ever go back to that school if he does, you and Michele!" My stomach dropped, I didn't necessarily like the school but I would rather that then working in a butchers all day.
"Now go to your room, I don't want to look at you anymore." He yells finally. I nod while looking down at my feet and walk back to my room, shutting my door behind me.
In the confines of my room, the weight of my father's anger presses down on me like an oppressive force. I replay the events in my mind, frustration bubbling as I realise the magnitude of the consequences. My sanctuary, once a place of solace, now feels like a temporary refuge from the anger in the other room.
The hushed murmurs of my parents leak through the closed door, their voices etched with disappointment and concern. I can almost envision them discussing the potential fallout of Jean-Pierre's predicament, the uncertain future hanging over our heads like a heavy cloud.
Seated on the edge of my bed, I contemplate the impact of my actions. The prospect of Jean-Pierre's expulsion, and the collateral damage it might bring, gnaws at my conscience.
As minutes stretch into an indeterminate span of time, my thoughts shift between regret and an overwhelming desire to fix what I've inadvertently broken. The door to my room remains closed, shielding me from the heated discussions in the rest of the house.
Despite the turmoil that engulfs our home, a twinge of empathy tugs at my conscience when I think about Descamps. I quickly scold myself for even thinking that, he purposefully soaked me in front of the whole class.
