When I entered the school, everybody stopped and started to be staring at me. I'm ginger, like Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, I have green eyes, like my father: Victor Archambault. "Look," the brunet boy shouted. "Is that Morgane Archambault?"
I rolled my eyes and I tried to keep myself calm.
"Hey, can I get an autograph, Miss," said the other boy ridiculed.
And then I saw a blonde boy who is coming to me.
"Are you going to make a jest of me too," I said to him.
"No," he said."I just wanted to say, welcome. And oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Joshua Charpentier, but they call me Josh."
"You know my name, and you know who I am."
Josh giggled. "Yeah, do you want to drink something, ma'am?"
"Sure," I said.
"Did I hear wrong," said the blonde girl. "Are they going to drink something?"
"Then," Josh said. "Let's go."
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MORGANE & JOSH
ChickLit"Morgane?" It was mom. I'm staring at the mirror and thinking. Thinking about my new school. New friends, new beginnings, new embarrassments... "Morgane, darling? Are you ready?" "Y-yeah," I murmured and rolled my eyes. "I'm always ready."
