TennisGirl [English version] {illustrated}

Chapter 3 - First try

And here is the 3rd chapter of TennisGirl ! I'm actually getting quicker translating the chapters (I'm already done with chapter 6 eheh) but I'm posting only once a week because I really want to incorporate at least one illustration into each of my chapters, and it takes me a lot of time to draw them...

Please, don't hesitate to comment and tell me what you think of the story, and to point out any english mistakes !!

Enjoy :D

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– Uuuurhgrh.

That was all Astrid managed to utter when her alarm rang. She was definitely not liking having to wake up. She'd pay like a million dollars to be able to stay in her bed all day, but she also knew that being late on the first day of class was not a good idea if she wanted to make a good impression.

Not that she cared, but her parents agreed to send her away only on the condition that she'd do well academically. So no, she was not skipping school – even though she'd love to. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to make sense of what she was seeing under all of that red-orange hair. She definitely had dark circles under her eyes, and she had a hunch that no amount of make up would be able to hide that.

Well, whatever. Not that she really cared, anyway.

She took out of her wardrobe the uniform of Nightingale High School. She wasn't used to wearing a uniform, for it wasn't compulsory in France, but it looked like the rules were quite different in an American private school. She kinda liked it : at least she wouldn't spend two hours choosing her outfit each day.

But she also had to say that the uniform was... well, ridiculous. Especially that navy pleated skirt. No one looks good in a pleated skirt. Pleated skirts were the invention of the devil. The rest of it was not bad : a cute white blouse adorned with a cherry red neck-tie, black thights and a jacket the same color as the skirt.

Her mom would die for a picture, so Astrid decided to indulge her... just this once. She soon received her mama's answer.

"My daughter is the cutest of them all ! Go get'em !"

Yeah. Embarrassing, as always. Ignoring the text, Astrid took her backpack and her sports bag and dashed outside, determined not to be late. Miraculously she had no problem finding the way to her high school – maybe because her apartment was litteraly fives minutes away and because the streets were full of students in the same uniforms as her.

She had a bad sense of direction, not a bad case of stupidity, so she followed them along the way.

Mona was waiting for her at the entrance, and guided her to their classroom.