carpe diem ⊶ joseph descamps

41 | scream inside to deal with it

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[forty-one]
i know my age and i act like it
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Sadie could count on one hand the amount of incidents where she'd been seriously pissed off.

When she got put in timeouts by the noon duties for acting out at primary school.

When she lived in the States and her mother forgot to pick her up from school.

When her father forgot about her birthday because he was so slammed with work while living in Colombia.

When Joseph had chickened away from her during their first real fight a few weeks ago and she blew up in class.

Each instance ended in swollen eyes, a hoarse throat, or a bruised heart. Sadie despised how hurt she would get over these things, and how hard of a time she had letting them go. She was too emotional for her own good, and she desperately wanted to change that. Which she did, out of sheer stubbornness and emotional constipation.

With her self-appointed refusal to cry and show weakness, it was easy for many to forget that she was a very emotional person. It didn't happen often but if she was pushed too much, she had the capability to blow up beyond measure.

And right now, as she was forced to watch Celine—her tour guide that was practically everything Sadie believed she couldn't be—make eyes at Joseph, she felt pretty close to blowing.

He, surprisingly, wasn't paying much mind to the woman as he was too busy fooling around with his friends along the exhibits. But that didn't help Sadie's temper at all. It was such a shame: Sadie had waited years to see these things, but couldn't even appreciate it, because stupid Joseph Descamps and his stupid eyepatch and his stupid laugh had to be all she could see. Besides the red that would sometimes flood her mind whenever Celine would check in to 'make sure he was paying attention'.

Whatever.

After hours of going through the different rooms and halls of the bottom floors, they were finally going through the Michelangelo Gallery, all the many different statues that she would have killed to admire any other day, but couldn't with Celine's confusing commentary, and the boys' immature snickering.

"Okay, so Michelangelo spends hours crafting a cock and we call it art—but I draw it on one assignment and get detention? What is this?!" Dupin cried.

Many of the boys laughed, as others made different jokes that were barely shushed by Marcelin and Giraud. There were a ton of other people in the gallery with them, and they all shot the group dirty looks, but no one could have cared less as they continued to make different comments. Hell, even the tour guide couldn't have cared less as she pointed out the Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss sculpture.