The Art Teacher, Michael Jackson
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  • Reads 6,724
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  • Parts 35
Complete, First published Jul 28, 2018
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Octavia Donnelly, 15 ans, change de lycée et quitte ses amis pour ce qu'elle a toujours voulu faire. Ses parents l'avaient mis face à un gros dilemme, être la meilleure pour vivre de sa passion. Elle fait partie de ce grand nombre d'élèves qui entrent en première, option arts de la scène et qui prient chaque soir d'entré dans la classe du prestigieux Michael Jackson. Ce dernier reconverti en professeur des arts depuis quatre ans, cherche un ou une héritière. Octavia va pouvoir faire de son rêve une réalité... mais est-ce vraiment un rêve qu'elle vivra ? Pourquoi gâchera t-elle cette année que beaucoup rêve ?
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The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.