After answering all of the Manager's questions, he made the following decision.
"It seems that you are hired Mr. Leblouche, you will start on Tuesday" he said.
"Thank you, I will be there without fail, Sir," I said, shaking his hand.
I leave the office (his name is Mr. Baume by the way) to go to the parking lot and return home by motorbike, when I returned I saw that I had forgotten to put away the planning boxes (I just 'moved in 5 days ago) I was so worried about maintenance, shit...
"Okay, it's not all that, but we really need to put away these damn annoying boxes!" I said, a little annoyed.
So I started to put away the things that were in the boxes one by one, but some were not very decorative and I didn't know where to put them (besides I wonder why I keep them, thank you Gifi... ) so they had to be left in their boxes.
"Hmm, where can I put these boxes? Especially this big one here..." I said, confused
Then I remember there was an empty but dusty attic full of cobwebs, just thinking about it gives me chills. I go up to the attic, cardboard in hand (the heavy one), being careful not to fall. While going up the stairs I missed a step and had a very big fall, dropping the boxes.
"OUCH!! Holy shit..." I screamed in pain.
I was doing a little well but for the boxes it was another story. So I started to put away the things that were on the floor and then I found a strange old notebook that is familiar to me with the words written "MY DIARY". That's when I realized that I had found my old diary that I had used when I was young.
To be continued...
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Leblouche's diary
General FictionBetween everyday life and adventure, between funny stories and serious stories, between life lessons and those of school, discover the childhood collections of a diary found by chance by a man in his thirties. A captivating journey through the pages...
