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Dean came to talk to me at the end of science class. Do you know he plays an electric guitar? He asked me to come to see him play. He has a band and together they…

- Maève, you're pissing me off. I don't care about your "handsome" Dean and your guitar stories! Besides, Dean isn't that gorgeous! It's borderline if he doesn't have the head of a fish-eyed chimpanzee. No seriously, I have other things to do than listen to you. I want to go home here.

Maève opened her mouth without saying a word. Still, she had to get used to it over time. Seeing that she was no longer advancing, I didn't even bother to wait for her. If she preferred to stay there, frozen to the ground, her eyes rounded and looking as dazed as a mentally retarded person, that was her problem, not mine. However, she ends up following me, sulky. Crossing her arms against her chest, Maève assumed a rebellious air. All that was missing was that my people revolt…

- I'm not your dog! She replied, her voice rising in pitch. I couldn't help bursting out laughing. It was obvious that she was not in the habit of replying and I intended to quickly put her in her place.

- Really? So why are you holding me? You keep following me, worse than my shadow! Soon you'll be drooling at me and barking at me! A real doggie. I held myself back from laughing again at the face my classmate was giving me. He was broken down. Well, worse than usual.

- Am I keeping you straight? Very well! I'll leave you then, I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, Maève dropped brutally. I turned to her, surprised. Then I end up laughing in his face.

- Really? Well, go then. You know, girls like you, that's not what's missing. You are so ordinary. Your absence will not change my life. Maeve adjusted her bag with dignified air and tried to stifle the tears that were beading along her eyelashes. She turned around and disappeared without asking for her rest.

I resumed the journey towards my home in the greatest calm. Friends, I had a mountain of them, and the disappearance of the latter did not affect me in the least. She was one girl among many others, and although she considered me her best friend, in my eyes she was simply a sucker at my service.

Arriving at the door of my home, I entered, slamming the door behind me. I liked that my family was kept informed of my presence. Carelessly tossing my bag down the hallway, I helped myself to a donut before plopping down on the sofa, like a larva, where my brother was seated, watching a grotesque cartoon. Picking up the remote, I changed the channels. My brother immediately began to bellow.

- I was there before you! He protested, his cheeks flushing with anger.

- And you will leave before me. I don't want to mess with your stupid cartoons.

- Because reality TV is perhaps better? At least the people in there reflect your mentality well! With that, the cheeky little one snatched the remote control from my hands.

- Mom! Marin starts again! I yelled, glaring at my little brother. A sigh sounded from the kitchen.

- Sailor! You've been in front of the screens enough for today, go take care of yourself, my mother ordered. I glared at my brother who grunted as he threw the remote at me. Suddenly, I didn't want to watch anything anymore, there was nothing funny about it anymore. Then, Marin was right basically, the girls who crepe their bun in front of cameras, it was pathetic. If at least they had been smart…

Lying on the sofa, I resolved to wander on social networks. Finally, my day was identical to the previous ones. High school, home, television, networks of all kinds… But I didn't need more to be happy. As long as my little comfort did not change, everything suited me perfectly.

The supper passed in the usual calm. My brother sulked in his corner and mumbled incomprehensible sentences, while my father read the newspaper between two spoons and my mother watched the news. My family had never been particularly talkative and I didn't mind. I hated meaningless dialogue. To tell the truth, the lives of the people around me didn't matter to me.

Once I had eaten half of my plate, I headed to my room without asking for my rest. Ignoring my mother's calls to tell me that waste was not something she tolerated, I slammed the door to my bedroom and let myself fall heavily on my bed, staring into the waves.

Suddenly, my eyes stopped on a silhouette glued to the ceiling. Before I could identify it, it fell on top of me, crushing me in the process. Breathless, I couldn't even scream, my voice too strangled. The weight straightened up immediately and then I discovered a young girl with a funny look. She was quite pretty, I had to admit, but she looked straight out of an asylum. His outfit was ridiculous. A winged clown.

The young girl had long blond hair like sunbeams, which framed her body and seemed to fly in the wind yet non-existent, giving her a warrior aspect. Her blue eyes were so clear that beside them a summer sky seemed black detailed me from head to toe. Until then, everything could seem a little normal, until we are interested in his clothes. Dressed in a loose checked jacket and sequined black shorts, she wore long striped and colorful tights. On his back hung a pair of huge eagle wings. For a split second, I even seemed to see them moving. Surely an optical illusion. It was simply a completely crazy girl who had burst into my room, thinking she was at the carnival to boot.

The young stranger sat up, dusting off her tights. She tossed her long silky hair behind her shoulder and looked at me apologetically.

- I'm sorry for this startling… shattering, I'm still only a beginner, she apologized. Feeling anger welling up, I yanked the blanket off, and the teenage girl who had been stepping on it a moment before sprawled on the floor.

- Who are you? Anyway, all things considered, I don't care! Get out of my house before I get mad for good! I threatened her. The blonde didn't flinch and just shrugged casually. Then she straightened up slowly.

- We can say that you have a sense of hospitality, she let go in a tone that seemed to be joking. I raised an eyebrow.15th

- I don't know what you're doing in my house, but for the last time, please come out. I have better things to do than gossip with a winged clown.

- A clown? Not a minotaur! She exclaimed abruptly, bringing a hand to her mouth. There was no denying it, it lacked a square.