I thought that when students arrived at school, they were all wearing serious expressions. Many kids were gathered in the yard, smiling and joking cheerfully. I felt a little envious of them since I saw myself one day being surrounded by friends with whom to joke around and discuss various topics.
In any case, that is not the current issue. My hand begins to feel pressure, and when I look up, I see my big sister pressing her hand firmly against her chest. She simply reassured me the entire time, but based on the expression on her face, I believe she is the one who is most concerned out of the two of us.She must be thinking that I wouldn't feel out of place in this bourgeois setting because all of the students at this institution appear to be so affluent and prominent. Nevertheless, even though I was in my former high school with my buddies, I never felt like I belonged there. Because of this, I much prefer being here, at least for the time being, especially because I have a positive impression of high school.Next to me, my sister lets out a big sigh and then starts to advance."Should we go?"I nod as she gives me a gentle gaze. The best course of action is to take the turn without hesitation; turning slowly won't change anything.We enter the school's spacious courtyard, where I can see a sizable garden with grass and blooming plants in the center that has tables and seats for outdoor breaks and even a fountain. I get the impression that the area is larger, therefore I anticipate finding more stuff by going exploring later.Another thing I like about this new high school is that, for the first time since I started attending classes, I can stroll throughout the building without getting mocked or demeaning looks. I don't know if it will be like this all year, but for the time being, I can wander around without worrying about insults or objects being thrown at my head. This gives me a nice sense of freedom and wholeness.I'm hoping it will continue for the remainder of the academic year and, why not, throughout the remainder of my high school career.As we go to the administration building, my sister, who has already had to go back and forth, expertly directs me until we get to an office with the word principle inscribed on the door.After Jeanne knocks, we hear a voice inviting us in.Jeanne gives me a reassuring look as she continues to smile before nodding and requesting me to accompany her inside, which I do silently.We find a kind-faced man inside who immediately puts me at ease. He grins at me warmly.Although it is somewhat accurate, I still feel like I am not a member of the group and require special attention, and this annoys me so much. if I were just average.In the meantime, Jeanne, who is now clearly concerned, hugs me as the principal calls a supervisor to escort me to my room."Calm down, everything will be well, right? "She needs to calm down or she might give us a nervous breakdown, I almost chuckle.I'll handle it just well; I'm a big girl now.**Yes **The supervisor shows up; he appears to be a charming young man at first and approaches me with a beaming smile."The famous Emma I guess, I'm glad to meet you, my name is Théo Fran, and I'll drive you to class."The famous Emma? I feel awkward using this phrase. The idea that a conference has been planned to discuss the mute student who will attend Central High School bothers me since I wanted to blend in a little bit.I feel my heart pounding so loudly in my chest that it twists my ears as I move from being peaceful just moments earlier to becoming anxious. There is no doubt in my mind that I am afraid since my body begins to feel cold and goosebumps start to appear on my skin. What will happen? Shall I once more endure the unpleasant looks? Would I hear jeers? How will I be treated by my future classmates? My breathing becomes shallow and nearly jerky as a result of all these questions racing through my mind.If this keeps on, I'm going to hyperventilate, I think.The moment Théo Fran places me in front of a room where I can read the second A1 and is about to knock—a siren is audible on the opposite side of the corridor—he grumbles and turns to run, leaving me standing in the hallway confused.He had time to lightly knock before leaving, and a teacher-looking middle-aged man walks in behind him when the door to the classroom opens.After appearing to scrutinize me for a time, the man smiles at me and extends his hand after recognizing my badge."Well, I see a yellow A1 badge. You must be a new girl between."Theo Fran drives me right up to a room where I can read the second A1 page. I sigh deeply to slow my heartbeat before following the professor inside."Hello kids, please keep your composure. I am going to introduce you to your new classmate here so that she can introduce herself... Miss, please take the floor.Panic!! I mistakenly believed the principal had addressed the faculty. All those eyes are on me as I turn to face the class.What will I do next?I can feel I'm shaking like a leaf, I can't just start doing sign language like that in front of them, they'll think I'm crazy. I feel sweat beading on my forehead and my heart beating faster. I look in front of me and all my future classmates seem to be waiting for me to say something but I don't know because the only thing I can do is act but I'm also afraid to do it.I feel the professor moving beside me and I can imagine his face, which is no doubt similar to those of my classmates – they are waiting impatiently and I imagine being annoyed.What to do but what to do?Suddenly the door opens wide and a young man enters with a bored face, he is rather tall with very square shoulders, and his face is lowered which means that I cannot see his face well under his dark hair but with fine features as I can discern there it looks beautiful - at least what I can think of the term.He passes in front of me and the teacher without saying a word and I find him particularly badly brought up, gi
Throughout the lesson, the teacher avoided asking me questions or referring to me. It was normal in fact, but at one point I admit, when there were questions he was asking and no one seemed able or wanting to answer, I found myself wanting to raise my hand to do so before remembering that it would be useless.I felt really good in this class compared to my old one where the classes were such an oppressive prison, I couldn't open my mouth. It was bare if I made a sound of breathing so to be noticed in class was never out of life. The girls behind me were going to throw a book at my head and the teacher was going to act like he didn't see anything; so I tried not to be noticed.But here everything is so different, I feel comfortable and even if there is a bit of marginalization it doesn't hurt me because it's quite normal. I'm not a normal student – even if I would have liked to be. It is my desperate need to be included in the group that probably gives me this feeling of rejection.Th
My heart was going to explode with happiness, no I'm not dreaming I'm in a class where no one looks at me with disgust and everyone seems to think of me as a normal human being. I couldn't be happier than at this moment. Of course, there were awkward situations like when I have to introduce myself, but the situation was easily resolved and now I can enjoy my school year in peace without being intimidated. I look forward to continuing the lessons and enjoying my school year. I can see that Michael is back and just behind him, another teacher has entered. This Michael must have a serious behavior problem because the boy has quite complex expressions. He's either bored, or scowling like just now, or he's playing a weird voyeur by staring at me and smiling like a fool. He seems suspicious to me anyway, but he also seems taciturn, since I've known him – I know, yes, no more than two hours, but the guy hasn't said a word yet. It's not like he's like me or it's just like I thought he was a
I'm getting my things ready for the next day. I've never felt so excited about going to school and I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm living a daydream. Summarily, I arrived in a school where even if they know that I am mute they do not try to punish me for a fate for which I am not even responsible. I exchanged with comrades, and I was applauded by my acquaintances and anyone other than my sister worried about me. I think I have passed a great milestone in my life. I hear my door click and my sister comes in with a mug of hot milk in her hand. "It's almost 10 pm. You should go to bed because tomorrow you're going to have to get up very early… you know with everything that's happened I haven't been able to go to work lately I feel like my boss is going to sting me with one of those crises so tomorrow I'm going out early… but don't worry your lunch will be ready the same evening I couldn't pick you up…do you think you'll be ok? »I nod, and she smiles at me. "Okay I'
I don't know what to answer or what to do in this situation he is right and I need to take the notes that were taken before me also I need friends but this is not the subject.So if it's so kindly offered I can only accept. I turn to him and nod my head."Good see you tonight then"I look at him doubtfully, he tells me as if he is going to go away and come back. It's not possible, he gets up and hangs his satchel on his shoulder then leaves before the teacher even comes. Why did he even come here? Could it be that it was just to see me and offer me his help that he came? No, I have to make up my mind, I have to come to my senses and not let myself hover over such idiotic assumptions.No sooner had he left than the professor returned. The school day passes quickly and since the morning Michaël has not returned to class.I dare to imagine that he is somewhere in high school and is just skipping class...The end of class rings quickly and I walk through the halls of the school in search o
My relationship with Michaël is quite complex, I cannot say that we are friends but not that we are only comrades. He is the only one with whom I can exchange and I also appreciate his patience with me. He talks to me with kindness and when I have to talk to him he doesn't say anything to me when I take a long time to write what I want to say to him - no disparaging remarks - he just waits until I'm done then reads aloud voice to find out if what I wrote is exactly what I think and that's how we've been talking for a few weeks.It makes me happy to be able to share with him even if it just boils down to studies and the fact that I know about his talent on the piano. Since that day we have never mentioned it again and given the way he reacts I don't want to talk about it, maybe he wouldn't like it. I'm just enjoying the fact that I can trade with someone my age without worrying about bullying.We are sitting in our private corner in the library and unlike our usual it is only the break
So I get up and with one last sad look, I leave him and go to class. I'm going to go to the vending machine afterward to bring him an energy drink. I'm sure he'll need it.I walk down the hall and can see many girls in my class gathered around Charlotte the Auburn Goddess. They all sound sad or something as I hear sobs.Almost all of them are gathered around her trying to console her and I tell myself that I should also be among them but then I wonder why I would do that. She only spoke to me once and then nothing. We are not close enough for me to do that so I will abstain.I pass in front of them but I still have time to follow a few snippets of their conversation."Come on, calm down, Charly, you know he didn't mean it that way. »"It's true... you know he's been busy with shoots and other commercials lately I'm sure it's just fatigue"So they talk about Michael. It's true that when I found him he looked like he wanted to explode with rage but when I arrived he quickly calmed down h
Michaël grew up in a stressful environment, that's the little he can say. His father, a successful businessman, had married a young actress who was making her debut but whose talent was already recognized on the national film scene. Carmen is a young redhead with green eyes and milky soft skin. She was not only an actress because, in her debut, but that is also to say when she was 14, she had been in a girl band that had many fairly popular songs to its credit. She then wanted to embark on a solo career but in vain because she, unfortunately, did not have the 'trick' to make her voice resonate and be heard. Her manager had therefore decided to enroll her in a casting for a minor role in a film and despite her protests wanting at all costs to be a famous singer, she had finally accepted and passed the audition.The producer had found her a rather explosive talent, he said, for the cinema, deciding to give her another role than the one for which she had auditioned; he had decided to bet