Chapter two

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                                                                      The class, the lessons... -Ariel and Gabi, you are going to sit together at this table. Emily and Asmae, you are going to sit together at this table ! -But Mrs !_said-she moaning -There is nothing to complain about except if you want a bad grade in French. I didn't want to put myself in the same place as Emily but I had no other choice either because yes I don't want to miss my certificate. So I was nex to Emily, she had taken all instead, I was crowded if she wanted to intimidate me, well it was succssful there, yet watching her, she looked so beautiful, so sweet, so kind, her face is like that of an angel. God really spoiled him wih beauty ! Even her body is perfect. Suddenly a voice brings me out of thoughts.(It is that of the professor of French). -Asmae, instead of observing Emily, thinks about listening to my lesson, I think it's more reasonnable. Everyone looked at me including Emily, oh what a shame !                                                                                        After that shameful moment, I was listening to Mrs Marine(his th teacher name yes) even if what she was sayong wastoo easy but I felt that someone was watching me, well obviously it was Emily ! And there our eyes met (I really felt butterflies in my stomach) and of course the bell hadd to ring at this moment so perect (yes the fact that we were looking at each other, I really liked the moment but whatever she hates me.)                                                                                                                                                                                       Then, I put my things away and left the room but to my surprise, there was Emily in the hallway (it looks like she was waiting for me but why.) -Why were you looking at me in the room ? -Because you're ugly ! And then she left, I was disappointed and then I said to myself thatt she is surely right, I am ugly, even ugly.                                                                                                                                                                                       I'II skip the other lessons (by the way, there is only the French lesson which is intresting because I am sitting next to Emily.) I finished at 5:30 p.m., I headed for the bus stop, (yes I'm going home alone this year, my mother only drops me off in the morning.)                                                                                                              I was walking listening to music (guinean song.) And there I see....                                                                                  To be continued                                                                                                    
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