CHAPTER I : HAVE A DREAM

The problem with me is that I dream a lot, I even think I could be his girlfriend, yes him my Prince Charming that I love and my dream is to become his wife ...

-What are you talking about Anna?

-From my future husband, he's a singer

-You're okay? because there you delusional direct

-No I have all my faculties Donna

-Ben seeing, sighed at the other end of the line

-You remember the famous group of brothers... Humm! KANT, these are the KANT brothers?

-Of course why?

-I have a soft spot for the youngest I say in a playful voice

-Nooooooooooooooooooo!

-Yessssssssssssssssss!

Mike KANT, that's his name, not to mention that he is a handsome man and that his voice is incredible and mesmerizing as a bonus. I am mesmerized every time I listen to it.

-Look, darling, don't be obsessed with him. My angel the stars marry each other

-Stop Stop Stop, give me an example? in fact said nothing, I understood, I said, snorting and uttering a great sigh filled with sadness

-I'm just trying to bring you back to reality my sweet, it's nothing but a dream

-We don't know what can happen, let me dream, just a little

-As you see, but live your life you are only eighteen years old

-I know, I would like so much...

-And I understand you my beautiful

-Life is full of surprise and twist, I will be as surprised that this dream comes true. I have to hang up down jacket, I have exercises to do for tomorrow

-Okey, have a good night and good job Mamour

-Thank you, nice night Namour.

I don't have the strength to think about my exercises, but you have time to daydream, says my conscience as I look through these glasses. Rather than think, these songs enchant me, the instrumentals of his songs makes me travel to the paradise islands of the world, I'm addicted. A slap in my conscience brings me back to me, but nothing to make the trip is too tempting. I grab my Samsung Galaxy four tablet, plug my headphones and watch video clips from my beloved. It has changed terribly in appearance and I like it. My conscience continues to remind me of the task of schoolgirl that I have the obligation to perform for tomorrow. I put the tablet on the bed and then sit on my desk where my school belongings are. I open the notebook, take a pen and start processing my exercises.

All night I've been working but nothing to do, the melodies and lyrics of these songs keep resonating in me leading me to a slumber followed by a deep sleep.

I wake up startled, the daylight in my room makes my eyes tingle half open, I realize that I spent the night on my desk, oh puree! I grab my cell phone to look at the time. As soon as I see six and a half hours appearing on the screen my eyes open wide, a jump, I jump out of the chair and go towards the bathroom while undressing. Cold water on contact with my body, wakes it up completely and accelerates my movements. Finished, I quickly dry my body and apply toilet milk as fast as flash, then head into my dressing room making a quick choice of matching black lace underwear, I take a small white tile shirt with long sleeve that I wear quickly followed by a high-waisted black jeans. I lightly put the shirt on the jeans, fold the sleeves so that my wrists remain visible and don a pair of black puma basketball by Rihanna. I have to confess one thing, I love these pairs to death. I stand in front of the mirror quickly admiring made my look and ended up tied the smooth twelve-size weave that I have on the head in a low ponytail. That's much better. Great Scott! I realize that I did not do my morning prayer, nor the evening for that matter reminds me dryly of my conscience. I sit on the bed and make a quick prayer, then I quickly stuff my notebooks into my black Herschel Backpack backpack. Finally ready, I leave the room like a fury towards the exit, to my surprise the car is running and the driver is there, I settle down and we start.

For a first day of the week, I am very late, although conveyed and having done my best to arrive on time while refraining from having breakfast.

I finally get to school with a 30-minute delay, great! I quickly reach my classroom, I breathe a good shot before knocking on the door. I knock once, twice, at the third blow the door opens and the person in front of me has angry lines drawn on his face. Fuck! The professor is furious.

-Mrs. NGO you are late made me understand in a voice overwhelmed

I know I already am.

-Sorry sir replies by lowering my eyes

-It doesn't matter, input and install yourself

I go home avoiding the embarrassing glances of my classmates and settle down at the first bench of the middle row. Place that we call the place of geniuses, not that I call myself genius far from it, but I defend myself quite a bit. I realize the absence of my only opponent who is both my best friend, my study partner, my teacher and my brother. A case that I would check later, I direct my attention to the explanations of the French teacher.

The course was long and pommant, I have that one desire is to be paused, moment that began at the sound of the bell marking the beginning of the break. I decide to stay in class to catch up on my sleep. what? Sleep is precious in my house. As I prepare to return to my Mundo, a friend comes forward to talk to me.

-Anna darling how are you?

-Well, lucie and you?

-I'm doing very well, guess what?

-What?

-I think I fell in love with Fredy and reciprocated

-Apart from: I don't care about this revelation, how will it brighten up my day? What this is not a crispy subject on.

-Apart from this revelation of the year, you have nothing to tell me?

-"Not anything else," she replies with a broad smile.

After this mundane mini discussion, I decide to go to the school cafeteria to buy me a sandwich to fill my little hollow. Arriving at the café, I see Fredy with a girl in a hidden corner. She has my size but doesn't make my age, her too smooth weave put long loose fits her perfectly. I couldn't see his face just his profile. This girl breathes swag, with her high-waisted blue night jeans, her peach pink crop top 23, her nails perfectly manicurer and her peach pink converses. She has everything to please, but that's not the question, what does she do with Fredy NGOMA? I discreetly approach them to listen to their conversation.

-My pretty I can't wait to meet you at the Mandarine in the evening, don't be late

-Don't worry baby I'll be there she says with a hint of hesitation.

Suddenly, plus a noise, I therefore conclude that they were giving each other a long hug in love, but on closer inspection I do make a demonstration of exchange of saliva.

After hearing this conversation and witnessing their... yuck. I immediately thought of my friend Lucie, the poor one who fell in love with a boy who already has commitments. What an asshole! I'm at a dead end, do I have to be honest with her or shut up?