Santana's Love

Dear readers, I thank you in advance for your interest in the story. Of course the start will be a bit mundane but really please stick around again. Partie 1 Hey! My name is Santana, a 15-year-old blonde who has just moved to Seattle with my father and my two little brothers Lucas and Paul (see photos) who are twins, 10 years old. Of course, it was not very easy for us: my mother named Angela died in a car accident two months earlier. After his funeral, my father decided that it was better for everyone to "change their outlook on the world". He puts his house and some souvenirs for sale and we leave Nice, where we lived. I kept in touch with my one and best friend Kiara for a few more days. Then nothing more: his very last message said "courage, sis". She and mom were my soul mates. I will always remember this day: I was 13 and always came home from school with my best friend Kiara, and very good grades. Yeah I was gifted. So mom would call her brother guitarist and pianist, and together they would sing along with amazing rhymes, and that line that said "Dear Girl, you're a gift" also title of the song, I'll never forget. And over time, I developed a real passion for poetry, songwriting in particular. I could make a hit with my lyrics and Kira would sing them. And all this, with the support of mom. In short, everything has evaporated. Indeed, since that tragic day, I no longer had this vision of the world, all my dreams were destroyed, a long ordeal. I try to escape the sunlight, no longer daring to leave the attic which now serves as my bedroom, no longer supporting bright colors, I said no to life! I've tried to run away from the sunlight Not daring anymore to get outta my room upside Not bearing anymore any living colours light I just declined to the life ! The next morning, the alarm clock knocked me out of bed. And, I hear my little brothers laughing from there, probably having heard my fall. I stagger down the stairs, towards the kitchen where the three men are already. Lucas and Paul are enjoying their toast and my father is drinking coffee. I'm also looking to make myself a jam toast with a bottle of milk. Roh! My bottle is all empty right next to Paul. Jam? There aren't too many left, but I'm happy with that. I sit on a chair, which ends up breaking and the two boys burst out laughing. I scold them and head for the living room. I sit down and eat. My father gets up to join me. «"Honey, are you okay?" How are you feeling ? - I feel pretty good, don't worry. - Are you really sure, Santana? Because lately, you have changed a lot, you are very different from the jovial and open Santana that I had with your mother. I hesitate to answer, just staring at him. He continues, moving closer to me and touching my shoulder. «"Listen, Santana I ... I know how you feel right now and ... it's true it's hard, really hard." We all miss her. And understand that our world is still not at an end. It's important for us to move forward and above all to be happy, to always feel victorious, and you know what? This is what your mother would have wanted. You know she doesn't like to see you like that. - I probably look like a kid, but I'm not anymore, dad! Mom is gone and will never come back. The dead, they sleep only. They do nothing else. That day was a perfect curse. - I know my daughter, I'm sorry ... - Yeah, always, you could never not be, you were hardly ever present. You were constantly traveling. - You're right, and that's why we're here now. To start all over again. I know it's not easy, but neither is it for the rest of us. There are many young people of your generation outside and all are waiting to meet you, you with your background, to see what you can offer, love. You must promote the memory of your mother through your passions. And believe me, that would make her very happy. You have to give it a try. A new world opens up to you, Santana. I watched my father speak, and I was marked. I suddenly felt drained from the inside. I was motivated. And it was not over, he adds: - You are a very gifted and talented student. I had previously told a friend about you from college. He's a guidance counselor at a prestigious art high school in town: Solaria Arts High School, which has a boarding school, several other features, you know. And of course, you are registered there and I am that you will like it - I have no choice, okay. But it's better I take advantage of my family. It's good ? - It's great, we agree. At this point Lucas and Paul run into me and hug me really hard when they hug me and it always turns unpleasant and the two end up, as usual, arguing over which one will play with me. I come back to my dear dad, finally asking him: Uh, you told me about a boarding school, right? Partie 2 Back to school day has arrived. I woke up again and fell out of bed. It almost becomes a habit. I get up, stressed by the present day, marked by the start of a new year without my mother and my best friend. I get ready and then take a souvenir photo of my mother and me in the middle of a field of sunflowers. First there is one, what's left of her, which I decide to place in my blonde hair. My father finds me in my room: “Wow! For a moment I thought I saw your mother, ”he said, looking at me, beaming in my outfit. “You are truly sublime, Santana, when you start to smile. I'll be waiting for you in the car. ”. I say thank you and look at myself in the mirror. Suddenly my reflection changes and it is now my mother that I see in the mirror. Uh, impossible. I'm hallucinating. She surprises me "you tire especially not trying to understand, Santana - Get behind me, demon! Stop taking on the appearance of my late mother and go back to hell! - Calm down, Santana. I am your memory. You can see me thanks to the sunflower you put in your hair. Look, I'm not coming to trouble you, but I know it's your first year without me and me despite everything that's happened, I want to stay inside you to support you. My memory still lives on, my daughter. Today's tip, get started. I take my bag and go in the car, of course on the passenger side. My little brothers behind make noise and dad calls them to shut up. During the ride, dad warns Lucas and Paul: "So you two back there, you must know that it was very difficult for me to register, based on your records or your bad history, so I am counting on you to do so. efforts this year, otherwise beware. Including?". Everyone said yes, but I could see through my rearview mirror that Lucas was crossing his fingers. We arrive at the primary school and go downstairs to accompany the little ones inside. Along the way down the halls, I ask dad if it's a good idea to put them together in the same classroom, to which he replies not knowing, but assures us that everything will be okay. I only hope so. I just don't want there to be another school fire or nuclear accident again. Otherwise, this school would be the sixth to exclude them. Dad is going to talk to teacher Bundy. " Hello Madam. - Oh Mr. Meyer. Really sorry for this mess. - No, don't worry. Here are the twins Lucas and Paul. - Look at these little angels. They are so cute. I was planning to have twins too, but of course that might have happened if I hadn't been dumped on my wedding day. What if that girl next to you? - Ah it's my eldest daughter Santana. I take her to Solaria. - Solaria? It's great, you have a future artist! I also have my niece there. I was there when I was young and frankly this place is fabulous. - Really thank you for this advice. Well, we entrust the children to you, we are leaving. - OK good day. We then walk towards the exit then my father said to me: "Santana, isn't that great?" Mrs. Bundy's niece also frequents the Solaria. - Yeah, well and then after that, she's not my family either. You shouldn't get carried away though. And then his last name, that gives me goosebumps. " My father leaves me at the exit to go to the bathroom urgently. I continue alone to the car and who do I run into? A boy, with blond hair, dressed casually, looks the perfect guy. Many thoughts encumber me, I thought of unimaginable things, marriage for example, in short. I was starting, for the first time in my life to, not to say fall in love but, to come out with something very strong and emotional. I'm in a daze when he lays his angelic eyes on me. "Hello" from him destabilized me. He then asks me: "Are you okay?" You need help ?". Yes, of course my prince, and only you can do it with your kisses. It was in my head, I answered instead: "It's going to be fine, thank you. - Cool, and what are you doing here? - I came with my father to drop off my little brothers. - Oh ! Your father has a nice crate. Well, it's not the only pretty thing I see today. ” I was frozen by what he said. I was about to explode the red makeup. He ended up leaving urgently while my father was leaving the establishment, sweating a little. “We're going, my daughter. - What is it ? - Nothing. Finally, I used the children's bathroom, wiped my hair and failed to flush the toilet. So I ran away discreetly. Tell me I'm dreaming! Dad starts, as for me, I watch this charming guy from afar, who is also getting into his car. On the way, we haven't left a word from our mouths since. Dad puts on a CD and the song Dear Girl, You're a Gift, sung by my mother in my honor, is played. I refrain from smiling because this song is so beneficial. I will give you the lyrics of the fictional song in commentary and do not hesitate to take them to boost your musical career.. Part 3 And now we arrive in front of the large and prestigious art school. The entrance stairs, where you usually see lots of students and parents, were empty. So everyone was in class. Dad still decides to accompany me in the halls. Suddenly we see a thin old man with green hair coming towards us. “Hello, dear people. Do you know you're late? ” My father replies: “I come to accompany my daughter Santana to her class. - Santana Meyer? - Exactly. - So it's you. Santana, do you know you're late? I am his teacher, sir. Mr. DJANGOULAMPSOUE, teachers of dramatic arts. - Cool. So I have to go. Chui late too. I entrusted it to you. - No problem. Santana, come with me. ” Once again tell me I'm dreaming! I walk with this old teacher's rag along a hallway with marble walls, as if we were in a museum. It was magnificent, seen that way. We finally arrive in the classroom and oh my God! It was just sublime. Of course, there was chatter and the teacher intervenes: "Silence, please". He said it twice more before pulling a whip out of his closet and banging it against his desk. Everyone took a shock, even me who was next to him. Crazy thing. He continues: “Now that I have your attention, dear amateurs, I have returned here with a new student. Her name is Santana Meyer. And now, you Santana, you continue, I am going to sit down. " Uh okay, I said. Here I am, standing in front of a gathering of new boils, my eyes fixed on me. One minute is scrolling and I start to speak: "So, I come from Nice, in France ... - Cool, Molière's daughter, said a girl from the back dressed in purple, even her hair is. She seems perfectly excited. - Uh, no, I'm not his daughter, but I was inspired by him in short ..... - The difference is too small, Santanas .... - No, my name is Santana, a young Franco-American girl passionate about arts and music. Something else ? " Suddenly I see this boy again, the one I met in elementary school. I can't believe he's a student here too. He gives me one of his most beautiful smiles that makes me c***k. A rather strange girl next to him intervenes  Hey blonde, I have a question. - Uh ok, go ahead. What do you want to know ? - When and how did you learn to hit other guys with your mermaid eyes? - Sorry ? What are you talking about ? - Yeah that's it, I look stupid, and more than you. The cute boy intervenes: - Lauren, that's enough, you calm down and stop talking to her like that - What !!! she cries, do you dare to defend her? Do you think I haven't caught your eyes on each other? Speaking to me now, Ricardo, he's my boyfriend, and if you, a b***h like your family, you dare to do anything, you're going to regret it, is that clear, the Frenchwoman? Did I misheard or this holy nitouche just insulted my family? Even my mother? I delicately took off my sandals and rushed towards her: I gave her many speakers out of the blue, the unfortunate woman not having had time to understand what is happening to her. During the fight, I accidentally removed her hair which was actually her wig, hiding her scorched scalp. She hits me in turn and I press her against the teacher's desk. I straddle her, grab myself with the whip and give her multiple blows in the face, saying: "My family is not a w***e, let alone my mother whom I just buried." You b***h ”. Suddenly in my head, everything was getting blurry, I was getting dizzy, tired and I passed out. I wake up in the infirmary with at my bedside, this girl with purple hair accompanied by a boy and a mature woman.