2 Chapter2

CEO Josepha

It's morning and I just woke up. I glance at the watch on the wall and it struck six forty-five minutes. I go into the shower, I make myself clean. I do a light ponytail, wear my school uniform with a white basket, and hurry downstairs because I was late. Apparently, classes start here at seven thirty minutes, which was not the case in my old school. I kiss my parents who were having lunch and start by leaving.

Dad: where are you going he said with a mocking look and mom makes an almost titanic effort not to fall to the ground and suffocate with her own laughter.

Me: At school of course. I'm almost late, I say, opening the door.

Mom: Are you in such a hurry to have friends? It is always the weekend. It's Saturday sweetie she still laughs.

Me: oh shit. Now I feel ridiculous I say, looking exasperated.

Dad: Come on my darlings, see you in the evening. I'll be home early. Kisses he said leaving the house.

Mom: I'm going to go take lessons, honey, there's money on the kitchen table. Be good my little baby she said leaving.

I told her not to call me that but mothers. I go back to my room and head to my window. I open it and look at the landscape. The sun which is beating in the sky, the so green grasses and lawns which cover the ground. Passers-by who are totally unknown to me pass by and totally carefree children like me right now jumping, dancing and having fun in a circle. Their giggles were so honest and loud, their hearts are happy and they were really happy.

Pdv Lyna.

The big day is finally here. I have new neighbors who I haven't met yet and I hope with all my heart that they will have a child my age. Why not a handsome, attractive, charming guy, a bit like Prince Charles in Cinderella. Muscular and boned will be his name, a prince so romantic as we only see in the, orh damn, that would be the total foot.

....: Still daydreaming? Let me guess, you still fantasize about a prince you saw in Disney and you wait for him to come straight out of the TV so you can run into him he said laughing

Me: Get out of my room and right away, hope you bitch. I say, throwing him the first shoe that falls in my hand.

He was my twin brother, Lyno. It's a disaster. But I love him, he's adorable, kind, handsome and above all drunk.

I get up from my bed unhappy because this asshole ruined my morning which was so rich in emotion and imagination. I have to at the center buy things that we will need in the evening and then do the decoration, arrange the garden so that my guests are comfortable. But that's all I hate about house parties, you rack your brains for them and they come and have their jaws drunk, like it's their right and leave unaided.

You are probably wondering where my parents are. And bah, they'll be back until Monday if it's very early then on a weekend for us. My house is a real palace. A gigantic garden containing a gigantic modern swimming pool. Well I'll tell the details later, for now, direction, the mall.

I get into a car and accelerate to be able to go fast and get home early to be able to take care of the rest of the things since there is no one with a little heart who could think of helping me, not even my asshole of brother. I hurry to buy everything I need and go straight home. When I almost got home, a son of instruments called out to me and I stopped my car, got out in, and headed in the direction the sound was coming from. But it's the violin, who plays the violin as well as I do here? The song is so well controlled and the volume of the sound is so well controlled. I walk around the next house and see a young girl who must be about our age. She kept the violin against her chest, her stops closed and her hands with the rod, she performed with confidence, confidence and above all gently the piece, she gives the impression of being part of the instrument. The sound is so pleasing to the ear, I was speechless, she is like a dancer giving infinite grace, no superfluous gesture and her focus is comparable to that of warriors in war. But another note, there is a tear escaping from her right eye and she looks soothed. We recognize there the difference between pure talent and relentless effort, but I decide to talk to him. We will make a duo that is a hit with her and me, my little finger tells me that we are made to become friends and that I must protect her. She is too fragile, I was saying my imagination.

Me: hello violin goddess I say smiling.

....: uh sss hello she said stammering.

Me: Calm down, I'm not going to eat you honey, I'm Lyna and we can be friends if you want. I said, still keeping my smile.

.....: Me is Josepha but you can call me Josy she said smiling back at me.

Me: I feel like you're bored, I'm just your neighbor by chance. Come help me plan a party I invite you to. We can take the opportunity to get to know each other better. Do you think so, I say excitedly.

Josy: it works. Wait for me at the entrance then she said leaving her window and closing it very slowly.

I would never have thought of closing that window. After five minutes of waiting, Miss Violin finally decides to go out and head to my house.

I explain the plan of the decoration to him and we get to work taking more than two hours and taking care to chat of course. I was able to learn that they moved and that she was going to be with us here, but I didn't ask her. I'm afraid of the answer to the fact. On will see.