CHAPTER II : I'M NOT A LAWYER

The bell rings marking the end of the break. What I just saw shocked me enormously, not only because of Lucie, but because of Fredy's behaviour. But what a jerk this one.

Arriving in class I felt the need to sit next to her, but the place was taken by a certain John MBAMOU. I do not appreciate this boy he is too pretentious, for the simple reason that his father is the counsel of the minister of finance, a son of rich what. As my partner Ben DJIBRIL is absent, I am sitting alone on the bench. The teacher arrives in the edgy classroom.

-I'm really disappointed in you, said the teacher, with a dejected air. You can do better, you can do better he repeated by waving his head from left to right

-Everyone in chorus: What are you talking about sir?

- From your notes of duty passed - Oh! I had done anything, I said, tapping my forehead with my right hand.

During the teacher's monologue, I stared at him to guess through these gestures and facial expressions the best and worst note. alas! impossible it is not easy to clear. The other students seemed to care about the proffesseur, they are right. All this talk for nothing when there will be a good grade and a bad grade.

-Fortunately there are intelligent students like... -Keep these names for you and give us our copies, says Lucie exasperated by the professor's comments -Well said argues John

- Okay, but I don't have your copies with me

- The whole class in chorus: oooooooooh Sir!

It is with a broad smile that he deigns to inform us of the margin of variation of the class notes.

-The varied ratings from 15 to 0.5.

After this lightning information, the atmosphere of the class resembled a cemetery. The class takes place in a gloomy atmosphere, all the time I cast black eyes at Fredy who finally realizes. The doorbell rings to mark the end of the course.

-For those who want to make up for it I give you a second chance, I'll give you a sign, said the English teacher as he rushed out of the classroom.

But what an ordeal I probably do not average, I'm sure I hurt hard work this time will be my death.

-Annabess can I talk to you for a minute? said a male voice being heard behind me

-Of course, I answered, turning around, and colliding

The beautiful boy of the establishment, Michael BELIER. He's half French and half African, I don't know exactly his African origin.

-Hi! he said, in a suave voice

-Hi! Do I respond timidly to his greeting.

-I just want to tell you that, at last I wanted to tell you that...

-Mika can you come for a moment please, I have to talk to you, said a girl dressed in a vulgar outfit who was waddling with Michael

-Okey, he said quickly sorry Anna said to me as he left with her.

But what plague this girl, limits this kind of clothes are forbidden in the grounds of the establishment, worn a dress whose length does not reach the knees is just too much to get fat. Oops sorry I must avoid judging, especially to judge her is the daughter of the director general, her name maria KANGA. Anyway, after Michael's departure at last Mika I approached Lucie decided to talk to him.

-Lucie I'm not going to go through four paths, but listen to me, I'm deeply inspiring. Fredy is already engaged and...

-Stop, don't tell anything -I saw them myself during the hour of the break -you lie

-Have I ever lied to you?

-I don't know, but you may have misjudged or misinterpreted what you saw?

-I have seen them kissing, if that is not proof, he said sincerely.

-In this case let's see it and pull this scramble to the clear

-Lucie no! stop, come back...

Lucie was running like crazy through the hallways of the establishment looking for Fredy. She looked like a lioness looking for these lion cubs. It was funny to see, but I had to catch up with her before she found it. When I got close to her, it was too late, she told him everything. Fredy's gaze turns into a dark look as I see myself coming behind Lucie. Oh it's my party today. He gets close to me and almost yells at me.

-So you think this crazy woman, from where did you see me?

-You realize you're just a garbage room, she said, shouting.

With a movement of steps, he finds himself facing Lucie

-If it takes you three months to accept my invitation and another three days where is evil?

At these words I do not know why, but my blood made only a trick giving off a feeling of anger in me.

What !!! I was shouting.

-You have no right to speak to him really, for whom do you think you are? If it took her a long time to accept your invitation, it's probably because of your playboy behavior or she just wanted to see if you really wanted to go out with her

-Well said Anna, argues Lucie

-You firm me shouted, I grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her monologuant.

- You don't deserve a boy like him, why are you clarifying this misunderstanding? You're not in a relationship with him as I know

-But...

-Shut up! Solved your problem without putting my name in your stupid story. If you expect me to defend you, you put your fingers in your eye, I say to him, regaining my composure and stopping the shaken.

-But Anna, why are you talking to me hard? You're supposed to defend me, we're friends.

-Ah no, I'm not defending anyone, neither you nor him

And then... I... Anyway, I'm cleaning my hands in this ridiculous story, sorting it out without mentioning my name.

I leave the premises with a feeling of lightness. Leaving behind a crowd and my interlocutors in silence.

Believe me I was very afraid of getting slapped from Fredy. That's the salary when reaping being honest, anything. I head into the classroom, pick up my bag and head out of our wonderful establishment Les Rosiers. As soon as I show up outside, I see my older brother Luke's car which was parked in the small space provided by the establishment called vulgarly parking. I can't wait for the step and get in. He turns his face beaming with joy and mocking in my direction.

-You're okey my great?

And I was expecting a valve or a mockery.

-I'm well big brother and you? Do I respond in a playful tone

-I'm breathing, so everything's fine.

I laugh at his answer, every time he utters this sentence, I laugh in spite of myself.

-Let's go home

-Okey.