The Breaking End

"The End of The First Day"

The bell rang, then the sweet tone of Grandfather Clock shot through the room. The sound echoed ghostly around the school. Seconds after I made my way towards my next class, which was Home E.C. with Mr. Le Goff, he was an odd character, to say the least, he had long, light blonde hair, and lilac eyes, another feature to note, is that he spoke French. My class entered his classroom, and was instantly greeted, "Bonjour, bienvenue en classe, j'ai Prévu beaucoup pour vou, et un partenaire pour préparer un plat avec de la farine, du beurre, desœufs, du lait et des garnitures sera sur le comptoir. Des questions?" (Hello, welcome to class I've planned a lot for you, and a partner to prepare a dish using flour, butter, eggs, milk, and toppings will be on the back counter. Any questions?) A student rose their hand, and on closer observation, I realized that she had cat-like ears, and long, neon blue hair, Mr. Le Goff pointed her way and said.

"Oui Cool-Dude." The second he said her name, I thought it was some type of compliment, then afterward I brushed it off.

"C'e un requisito specifico per questo piatto?" {Italian} (Is there a specific requirement for this exquisite dish?) I watched as the teacher aimlessly try to translate what she said, after a while, he came up with a response.

"Oui, seul il fautêtre aussi créatifs que possible. (Yes, the only one is that you have to be as creative as possible.)

In that the teacher was asked miscellaneous questions until he was able to call partners; my heart sank, my fist clenched, I thought of how I could be collaborated with anyone. I felt my anxiety grow stronger, as he looked in my direction, and said who I was being partnered up with. In the corner of my eye, I saw the cat lady staring at me in the realization that we were partners. (That grin, so mischievous, so strange, to peculiar to pass up) The bell rang once Mr. Le Goff came over to my group and evaluated the garlic bread, Cool-Dude and I was able to make. As I left the classroom and was headed outside, I instantly realized that Jimmeh had previously taken my car to his job and that he going to take me home. 'Damn it!' I thought, after an hour of waiting I heard Jimmeh scream. "PUPPE! PUPPEEE!!!!" (DOLL! DOLLLLL!!!!) I turned to Jimmeh twirling around his keys staring at me with ever so infamous Cheshire grin. 'I can't stop, but think if he's ever not doing Purple Jello, and those thoughts don't vary to one type of Purple Jello. To say the least, Jimmeh will either be the nicest person to you or the one person that caused you misery. The worst thing about it is that you could just end up with him being your father...and, not a responsible one to say, he will never even care about your well being...even, when it's between something he wants or you. Even the thought that he's been doing this long before I was born, still sends shivers down my spine.' We entered the purple car, I sat in the back, and Jimmeh sat in the driver's seat, soon after a while Jimmeh suddenly said. "Wic war dein Tag Puppe?" (How was your day Doll?) I looked at him and gave a fake smile. "C'est ok." (It was okay.) 'OH RED JELLO MY LIFE!' I knew I made a mistake saying that to Jimmeh, I'm an open book to him. He basically raised me, jeez... I'm an idiot. Jimmeh glared at me through the view mirror and said.

"OKAY! Puppe ich glaube nicht, dass ich dir glauben!" (OKAY! Doll I do not think I believe you) His voice had so much frustration, I panicked for a second in fear. (Fear would be your greatest enemy) He had always given me reasons to fear him, but I can't blame him it's just his post-traumatic stress disorder. I had felt for too long, when he ever gets like this, he had the intention to kill me, or to harm me...but I never cared, I wanted to die. I had always wanted to know what would happen to me, but I had no regrets or excuses to do so even If I wanted to. I sighed...this had always killed me on the inside.