(pov hérèse )
Sentimental~, stand up, we stand up
– Haaaa!, I groaned
Sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a point of interest
"I'm not awake enough for you," I continued.
Why are you sulking?
she murmured, a mischievous smile on her face
– you're as bad as a Monday morning
"Huh! What do you want from me now?" I almost shouted.
She began to hop on the mattress, going back and forth
Ho~ why so much bitterness? Mondays are my favorite day
I jumped out of bed, annoyed by this childishness.
I slung a towel over my shoulder and left my room.
It's barely 4:30 in the morning.
Seeing her always brings me bad luck.
I can hear you.
she hummed
Not for long, I survived the weekend so today is just another Monday like any other on the calendar, simple
Mother is still at home so I had to improvise; I don't want her getting involved in this.
I already have enough problems.
What do you plan to do with these brainless gigolos?... They're bound to want revenge.
– you'll take care of it
I said almost as if giving an order before spitting the toothpaste foam out of my mouth and rinsing my face
What makes you think I'll do it? You trust me that much.
I stop and turn around to look her in the eyes
–... it's all your fault
I turn around and push the door open, returning to my room.
She followed me, simply observing me from left to right without speaking, remaining in a corner of the room like a shadow
I put on my things, my uniform, and even slicked back my hair, but she still said nothing.
– Are you sulking?
I asked him
But she disappeared, leaving me with my question.
I still felt a little unwell.
Too bad, I didn't even have time to think more before François knocked on my door.
"We're going," he simply ordered.
I put on my watch and took the opportunity to check the time.
6 a.m., no more
I therefore have no other choice but to follow François to the dining room.
This time I wouldn't be able to use the delay to escape.
Same old atmosphere...
I wanted to sit in a chair far from her but she had arranged to remove them all and keep only one on her right and very close to her.
And besides, my brother was always on his left; I had no desire to sit next to him.
– (no choice)
With a simple gesture, she invited me to sit beside her, gently patting the chair seat.
I took two or three steps and reluctantly bent down.
"I hope you've finished the revisions I gave you," she sighed.
I stopped abruptly above the seat
Silence
I could feel his gaze on me, slicing me into pieces.
SO
– I already know my lessons,
I said in a calm voice and with a hint of confidence
"So you can recite them," she continued, her tone very serious.
– (Ah! I'm not a poet)
I sat down despite the tension and, without a word, stretched my arms towards the tea service
"You're not answering," my brother snapped, seeking authority.
I had even forgotten about him, after all he is no more useful than an NPC, a life scripted from the womb.
– hum
I took a cup and placed one next to "mother," grabbed the teapot and poured it before putting the tea down.
"I'll recite it to you tonight," I finally said.
I retrieved my bag and left the room, walking backwards without ever turning my back on him, curtsied to say "goodbye" and slipped away.
– (that was a close call)
Luckily François was already waiting for me, so I didn't have to wait before leaving.
For a hefty summons, on a Monday like any other.