" Come on! Come on! Wake up! You must have marmots in your family on the side of your father. Remember that school starts again today and that the holidays are over!" My mother told me.
That is my mother, Corentina. Quite tall, with ginger hair and black eyes. Like she woke up not long ago, her hair was in a scary state.
I am called Enasa, quite tall as well, with ginger hair and green eyes.
" Mom, ok. I got it, I'm getting up but leave me alone!" I mumble, opening my eyes. And I stood up. As soon as my eyes looked at the time on my clock, I jumped out of bed and got ready in a few minutes!
" If you would always get ready this fast, I would wake you up later." My mother said.
She added:
" Do a good job at school, good notes, but mostly, don't do stupid things. It's when I'm not here that you are in a bad behaviour."
" Very funny! I am crying of laughter." I said ironically.
" Oh I know. I make you laugh a lot. But you better work well!"
I chose to ignore her and went away, in the bus station's direction.
Do a good work, work and work some more! It's really annoying in the end! Adults always talk about it. No but seriously, they always ask: " Do you have a good grade?" " What is your average grade?" or still " You need to get better because I....." and bla bla bla, on and on and on. It's stupid but it's especially angering!
I understand they want me to have a proper life but for example, when they want me to do German and I want to do Spanish, they get angry really quickly and say: " You exasperate me, go to your room! You won't have dessert tonight!"
And that really saddens me and annoys me at the same time.
And it angers me when your parents listen to your phone conversations and the worst is when they search your stuff. It really gets to my nerves because in the end, it's my life not theirs!
Anyway, the bus arrived and I mounted aboard.
My secondary school was at fifteen minutes from here but with the traffic jams, the journey was going to last 20 minutes.
While this journey, I was thinking what was my step-father would be looking like. A man with a moustache? A bearded man? Green eyes? Blue eyes? Brown eyes? Brown hair? Blond? Ginger? Black hair? White skin? Black skin? Normal nose? Red nose because he drank too much alcohol? Black eyes?
I was also wondering what his job would be. A secretary? A director? An actor? I was thinking about the fact that he would be.....rich? Poor? In the middle?
I was asking myself too many questions. Probably. But what I knew deep inside of me was that he wasn't a great fan of animals.
My grandmother had told me I had powers and that I would meet another girl with the same abilities. And then, she would tell me something else.
My grandmother is like that. She always tells enigmatic things that make no sense. But of course, every enigma has a meaning. She's incredible. And she is also very rich! She helps a lot of poor people. She says it is obligatory if you want to help people. She gives a lot if money for them. Yes, Grandma is very generous....and nice!
I look outside my window thinking that the men and women could have left more place for nature. Too many factories, too much much polluted air, so many beautiful speches for things that do not help that much.
I was wondering what my secondary school looked like. Gloomy? Terrifying? With walls everywhere like a cage? Normal? Orange? Red? Black? Grey? Purple? Pink? Blue? Green? Those were abnormal colours for a secondary school. I have too much imagination. Surely. I was just hoping that it would be aesthetically pleasing. To be honest, I was entering a class of 32 students to be in year 8/ grade 8 and, to go even further, I had just moved in a new house, so all the town was new to me.
I think a lot during journeys....must be a habit. The driver had to shout to cover the sound of the engines: "Stop for the Masadin secondary school!"
I stuck my face to the window, we had arrived!
The Masadin secondary school was....very nice but not beautiful. What was really cool, was that there were lots of places to play : football pitch, basketball court ect....
I got out of the bus. Ah, how nice it was outside. I love summer! I looked at my watch. I was a bit early.
As I arrived from the other side of the road, I saw a little boy with a sign saying : " Olmoast no monny too eatt. Helpp mee!"
Oh my, he mustn't have been to school for a long time. I must give him something to eat, poor kid. I really felt bad for him, and that feeling wasn't a bad form of pity, more like compassion, and horror for what the world has done.