Breakfast with my mother was awkward the next morning. When you spend almost an entire year playing roommates with your own mother, it's hard to go back to a normal mother-daughter relationship.
« What are your plans for today? » she asked, between two bites of a jam sandwich.
« I have classes until 4 and then I'm probably going to study with my friend Michele » I said a bit taken aback.
« I see. Don't come back too late. Thomas is in town so I'm making lasagna tonight » she explained.
« Alright » I stood up, putting my plate in the sink.
« You're leaving already ? » she wondered, a bit surprised.
« I leave for school at the same hour everyday, mom » I explained.
She blinked twice, clearly not having paid attention on how late I was leaving this past year. This was really going to be a weird time.
I grabbed my bag, wishing her a good day and headed out the door.
The way to Michele's house was apart of my daily routine at that point.
I joined Simone, who was leaning against the wall, looking a bit pale.
« Are you alright? I worried.
« Yes, don't worry. It's just my stomach »
« Are you on your period ? » I inquired quietly.
She shook her head.
« No but it's been... three weeks I think ? Maybe it's just really early »
« Yeah, it can happen » I agreed.
Michele finally arrived and like every day, we made our way to school together.
The first thing I noticed was that he was not in his usual spot. I looked for him, only to find him and his friends sat on a bench, chatting and laughing. He looked away from them for a moment, staring in my direction. I avoided his gaze. I couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed of the state he saw me in yesterday.
He had seen me in such a vulnerable moment that it was hard not to find it odd to see each other back in a normal setting.
I simply made my way inside the building, greeting Pichon and Applebaum on my way there.
In Natural Sciences, I was sat next to Annick, Descamps and Dupin just behind us.
The teacher started handing out the copies. I didn't even bother to try and guess my grade. With him, I always managed to get the bare minimum : 10. As long as I don't fail, I'm good.
« Laubrac, 10 » I could see Pichon giving him a thumbs up.
« Verssel, 11 »
Well, that was a first. Annick nudged me with a smile, as happy as I was.
« And finally, Miss Sabiani, 12 »
12 with Hermann ? Annick was too smart for Voltaire. Laubrac and Pichon started clapping, everyone following soon after.
« Quiet. I'm not the one grading severely, y'all are just stupid » he said with a stern expression
« For tomorrow's class, we'll do something different » he smiled weirdly. I was scared to see what he prepared for us.
He went up to his desk, finally uncovering the aquarium in front of him.
It was full of frogs.
« Dissection is at the programme »
I could feel Annick tense up by my side, clearly not comfortable with the idea of opening these little creatures alive. I was absolutely grossed out while I could hear so many guys laugh and be excited. Disgusting.
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wasted eyes | joseph descamps
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