I watched him disappear behind the door, everything was coming back to me now, the looks, the hurtful words, everything seemed so normal that it really made me feel like the bad guy in the story.
From "A real loser" to
"Poor man."
Everyone who entered was informed; it was like a fire spreading rapidly, and everyone spoke with the same voice.
– Phew~, I sigh, annoyed by all this whining.
I slip my hand into my bag and pull out the first book I touch, immersing myself in a superficial reading, trying to hide my stress.
But the whispers remain…
– He hit him? Again!
- Yes
"Guys are all the same, what are you surprised about?" Winne launched.
"He knows how to fight, ha, a direct hit," breathed the guy whose opinion no one ever asks.
– You like trouble, you know what you risk if you go a little too far to the right, warn Winne's sidekick
– I love it
Silence
A voice rose a little too much at the wrong time, at the wrong entrance.
Deep down, the culprit already regretted it; his hand over his mouth, he looked pale.
André, the victim of fate.
Their gazes were already deciding the fate, going back and forth between the unfortunate man and the "executioner" Irene.
He stood at the entrance, scanning the room.
"It's over for him," muttered the unpleasant guy.
The attention of this class was so easy to divert.
The silence had returned, conducive to a real reading, I wasn't going to refuse.
Irene turned around and slid into his row, took out a handkerchief and wiped his wet hands, straightened his glasses and settled down like an aristocrat as if he had seen or heard nothing.
The classroom was still waiting, heavy and oppressive, and…
Maëva.
True to form, she made a remarkable and noteworthy entrance, further provoking the irritation of certain
"Are you burying someone here or what?" Maëva asked ironically.
"Your presence," Winne said, covering his nose.
– haha ~, Maëva laughed
"You've changed jobs again, from the morgue one day to digging graves at night, hum, it doesn't even surprise me anymore given the speed at which you change guys and principles, a problem of trust no doubt," Maëva said to stun him.
She glared at the class and
He continued on his way, head held high, unpunished by the gaze of the "authorities".
"May I pass?" she asked arrogantly.
I moved aside without a word and let her bump into me as usual.
Silence
She had terrorized that poor class again. I glanced briefly above my book to assess the atmosphere; her attention had completely deserted me. Which was just as well, since she was busy restraining a certain girl from going on a rampage. And to make matters worse, uproarious laughter was growing louder and filling the room.
– HAHAhaha…
Alex stopped, frozen by the silence and the piercing gaze of the class. He swallowed and glanced awkwardly at Luc, a forced smile on his lips, before freezing when his eyes met Irene's.
– humm, Luc breathed, clearing his throat, he threw himself on Alex and pulled him to our ranger.
The noise soon rose again, increasing more and more as the minutes passed, the class becoming bolder in the face of the inaction of the authority which allowed the disorder to pass.
For what ?
I had no more room to read, nothing else to do… I want to go home but
"SILENCE," ordered an outside voice that I hadn't even noticed coming; it was deep and hoarse, and above all, very authoritative.
BAM!
Then the whole class jumped up at the sight of him and all waved in unison.
– GOOD MORNING SUPERVISOR.
He made the whole class sit down with a simple wave of his hand and finally entered; he was tall and massive with a huge belly
"Major," he breathed into his already white beard.
– yes sir, replies parfait nonchalantly without even approaching the elder.
The supervisor stepped forward before the assistant headmaster even moved. The older man threw a stack of papers onto my desk, kicking up dust into my nostrils.
– Achoo! I sneezed
The supervisor continued with his hands behind his back
– your corrected copies from this morning, to be brought back tomorrow morning, seen and signed by your parents
Ohhhhhh!
The whole class grumbles in unison.
– (and shit), as he ran a hand over my face.
Maëva quickly snatched the copies in front of me before the deputy head reached us, she rummaged through the pile and pulled out a cheerful sheet, then as I expected from her she threw the other copies at the deputy head with a sly smile.
The deputy chief swore under his breath and picked up the copies that were already being torn away on the way.
The supervisor had already left, leaving
The room transformed into a terrifying and unbearably noisy cacophony of complaints, curses, and comparisons, with copies flying everywhere and grades being weighed, the entire class looking as if they were consulting lottery tickets that defined their status and role in this world to come.
– how many did you have?
– how many did you have?
– how many did you have?
– how many did you have?
It had become the background noise of the classroom
"My life is ruined," sighed the detestable guy.
"I might end up as treasury again," Winne sighed, fanning himself with his copy.
"Too bad, baby, he and his wife are still taking first place," murmured Winne's sidekick.
All that, and me, alone, not moving.
Maëva was getting her pan brushed rather well by her Creole companion, Luc and Alex, were the grades really that important?
"As beautiful as you are intelligent, as usual," Alex murmured.
"That's been a fact for a long time now," added Luc, playing the nonchalance card.
But the strangest thing was the nasty look she gave me every time she received a compliment.