As we say in our country: "the remedy that worked for me won't necessarily work for you"
Blindly following will only lead you to truly lose your sight.
And tonight, two dogs would serve as an example to the others
At the end of classes, gathered in the almost empty classroom, were all the other new students who were still not affiliated.
Facing them was a jury, an authority that oppressed them.
The chief, sitting with his foot on the table, stared at the group standing in front of the painting. I was obviously there; his eyes were a deep black, scanning from left to right, from bottom to top. Beside him was his ever-present assistant, as faithful as a shadow, never leaving his side, his second-in-command.
"Perfect?" he murmured.
The chief turned to him and waved his hand forward.
"Okay," he replied.
"If you're here, it's for a very simple reason," continued the sub-chief, "are you with the clan or not?"
Silence
The question remains pending.
Then
Heresy let out a long groan of boredom and went to sit on the teacher's desk right next to the first toy she had been given.
"I hate to repeat myself," sighed the deputy head, scratching his chin, "whoever follows us, go sit at the back of the class."
The four of them remained there exchanging glances; the twins Adele and André seemed the most disturbed, but despite all the pressure that overwhelmed the four of them, only the fifth man remained impassive, almost lying on the professor's desk, paying no attention to what surrounded him.
The first one nudged the one next to him with his elbow.
"Shall we go?" he murmured.
"I'm going to go," replied the second man.
He turns to the twins and suggests they follow him
- here we go
But they were confused, casting glances somewhere between heretic and perfect; he didn't decide, but he didn't move either.
The two look at each other and walk away without waiting for the twins, rushing towards the back.
"Are you sure about your choice?" Perfect breathed, fiddling with his phone.
The twins didn't reply, but were still standing in front of the painting.
Hérèse stared at his watch for a long moment and took a step to his feet. He grabbed his bag, slung it over one shoulder, and left the room under the astonished gaze of everyone, especially the two who had joined the clan.
"Why are you letting him go?" one of them sighed, annoyed.
"Who does he think he is?" added the second man, more angrily. "He has the right, but we don't. How is he any different?"
"Silence," ordered the deputy chief, putting a finger to his lips.
The room instantly regained its calm.
Jack, already silent, watched the heretic walk away; now reduced to his role as a lackey, he had nothing left to say, he had lost his tongue.
Adèle and André were now lost, their choices didn't even see them, they now found themselves in a conflict without history.
Once outside the school building, out of sight, I covered my face, ashamed.
– (Why did you come back, why now, huh?)
I thought you must miss me
– (FOOKY, I'm warning you, if you don't leave on your own I'm going to destroy you)
Don't make me laugh, you disappoint me greatly. You think I enjoy being under your orders? You're the worst. You use me, lock me up, and forget about me, and you were nothing without me.
– (stop, this isn't the time, I was finally normal, at peace)
Hahaha, normal? The sweet little dog with its mother, the cleaning lady, and then I forgot, we should at least go tell our brother we're leaving, hahaha
– (no no, don't do that-)
He didn't have time to finish his sentence before he froze, his gaze lost in the void without making the slightest movement, then his eyes began to shine with a sparkling orange and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.
But before he could leave, a black car pulled up in front of him and its tinted window rolled down.
"Hérèse , let's go," whispered the male voice at the wheel.
He was dressed in three pieces, white gloves, and his almost grey hair slicked back; he addressed the heretic again.
– Is everything alright? Hérèse
"Yes," replied the hérèse vaguely, "everything is going wonderfully well, Mr. François," hummed hérèse , in a slightly more lively voice.
"Sir?" the man asked.
– I forgot to tell my brother, give me two minutes, I'll be back, continued the heretic with a sort of smile on her lips.
He hurried forward and entered the building, he took the stairs two at a time and quickly reached the second floor.
"Good evening," he murmured, bumping into a high school girl who was getting off the train.
The girl looked him up and down, scrutinizing him as she passed, and still responded to his good evening.
"Good evening," she murmured.
– Please, and sorry to bother you, but do you know where the second A4 is located?
She was even more surprised by this question and seemed to be trembling.
– That's… That's… That's the one, pointing to the room right next door
"Thank you," Hérèse breathed, a smile on her lips.
The girl hurried past him without even acknowledging his thanks.
Hérèse didn't even waste time understanding and went directly to the indicated room and knocked on the door
"Good evening," he said, "this is definitely the literature class here."
The few heads inside were drawn to this strange specimen, then one of them approached with a big smile on his lips and his back almost bent
– Yes sir, what can I do for you?
"Me? Sir?" repeated hérèse , suppressing a laugh, "I'm looking for my brother."
His interlocutor's face automatically darkens, and his tone cools and becomes hoarse.
– Which floor are you from?