TAK! TAK ! ,
hit the teacher's leather
– PREPARE THE PAPER, PUT AWAY YOUR NOTEBOOKS, I ONLY WANT TO SEE PAPER AND PENS, QUESTION NUMBER 1
I took out my sheet of paper last and laid it down nonchalantly
We are going to fail
– (silence, let me work)
The teacher carelessly threw his bag onto the desk and pointed at the chair with a disgusted look.
"There's no one to clean up," the teacher blurted out.
Silence
They all turned towards us, instantly staring.
Maëva rolled her eyes and sighed with a long, bored groan. She angrily pulled a handkerchief from her bag, jumped up, stamping her foot, and put me down without even asking me to pass.
"Move," she snapped, frowning.
– be careful, oh shit
She brushed my paper aside and walked away without even apologizing.
"Go ahead, if I'm bothering you, just say so," I said sarcastically.
And pick up my leaf
Our little cinema had already attracted many people, and a few curses were being hurled at us.
The teacher had already filled half the table; all these questions really come from only half a chapter?
My eyes were suspended in the void, my mind wandering.
I'm going to have to work with this teacher again.
How to escape, how to come home late?
Impossible, and even if it were
He'll find some excuse to wait for me.
– hum hum, all that Maëva, pulling me from my thoughts,
"I can go through," she continued, stamping her foot, very impatient.
I get up from my seat and let the "saint" pass; all that's missing is the curtsy and it's perfect.
Emmerdeuse
Silence
Just 10 questions and the board was almost entirely covered, this is not serious.
I turn around and scan the room with my gaze and return to my blank sheet of paper, all with their heads bowed as if they were inspired.
I bite the end of my pen and reread the questions spread out on the board, once, a second time, again, ugh~ it's tiring
"There are only 30 minutes left," the teacher sighed, reading his watch.
He rests in his chair, arms behind his head, feet on the desk, he closes his eyes.
And yet no one raised their head except me, who was emerging from my sleep, so I waited for them, my hand under my chin counting the time.
To flow, to flow until it collapses
"Everyone stand up!" ordered the teacher, banging on his desk.
– I WANT TO SEE EVERYONE STANDING, PENS ON THE TABLE, HANDS UP, I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY MORE HANDS ON THE PAPER
The class executes the orders to the letter as if they had always been faced with them.
"The sheets of paper go to the end of the tables," ordered the teacher, tearing the sheets off in rows.
The control was quickly thrown aside, tension passed, the whispers resumed with renewed vigor, and Jack disappeared even further into his office, a bit like me, a snail.
"What are they both playing at?" the fullback murmured.
"The teacher is still here," Winne's sidekick chimed in.
"Always sleeping, they don't even have beds at home," Winne breathed, glaring at them.
"Winne!" protested the acolyte, whispering.
BRINNNN!
The break bell rang, bringing smiles to our grumpy faces and freeing us from their incessant attacks.
The teacher stretched and gathered his things and was led out of the room by some people as if he were being chased away.
I got up and watched them, then the door was closed despite the break we were given. For me, there were no problems; I didn't really intend to move from my seat before the end of the day, but it smelled like trouble.
"Hey," Alex breathed, acting like he was in charge.
I didn't react; I preferred to ignore it.
– (more crap)
– Hey, you lackey, start again Alex, you're playing deaf
Then he threw a bottle of bissap at…
On jack
That was the target.
I heard a long curse from Jack, who then got up, half-drenched.
It slowly thundered across the entire rear
"You got a problem?" Jack snapped, red with anger. "You want to fight, huh? You're not scared anymore?"
Alex sat up, laughing, and gave Jack a light pat on the back.
– You forget the rules, absolute obedience to the master, hence me, your superior now
– Fuck you, bastard, spit Jack as he stood up, took off his shirt and prepared to go out to try and save her.
"That's the son of a whore saying that," Alex burst into laughter. "You're too proud to accept your new position. You got crushed by a chick, a white boy. You're a chick," he sneered even louder, dancing like a chicken.
Jack froze in his tracks, fists clenched, fingers white, and heart pounding, his jaw red with anger, so tightly drawn
"Alex, it's okay," Luc sighed, trying to stop the conflict.
"Seriously, you're still afraid of losing? He's not crazy enough to break the rules," Alex sneered.
– (That's really how it is… Without scruples)
You're going to just stand there doing nothing, in front of you, it's annoying, they're so boring.
– (shut up, I'm not his mother, he can manage on his own)
I ignore them and rest my head in its place.
Jack remained motionless, staring at them, shaking his head slightly as he looked at each in turn.
"That doesn't even surprise me," Jack spat.