Stories of a Lonely Girl
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NarniaGirl12
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...I get that a lot... *smirks*
Oh haha!! It means only you would say something like that! LOL! Don't worry, it's a good thing, hehe!!
Lol, "horrid." Oooo I just hate math teachers like that!!
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Powl'
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(I finally wrote more. I'm sorry I didn't have time this week, I was soooo busy)
The next day, Wednesday, I had to return to school. But I didn’t want to cross the gates of that horrible place. I had to find the courage and the strength to face my actions. When I arrived in front of the class, no one said anything. It was very silent until the big fat Dylan started pointing me with his finger, which was really rude, and laughed like a simple pig. I looked at him like nothing in the world could make me feel so sorry. I had pity for him. I was wondering what would be his life later...
Our English teacher asked us to come in. We did. We stood up until she told us we could sit down. I looked around, everyone was ready to sleep, eat, chat, and go to the toilets. Crazy wasn’t it? The class started, our teacher asked the same question she asked on Monday and again, pupils in the class couldn’t answer, it was so easy, it was written under their eyes in their book. I answered the question, and that Dylan boy, yes, him, again, turned around to speak to my Canadian friend Roxanne, but we used to call her Rory, if she had understood a word of what I said. And THAT was another thing that made me crack. I stood up, and said:
“Okay, it’s written down there, you’re looking at it, it’s in your book, and you don’t understand anything? You have to be kidding me!! Nobody here, nobody works, it’s incredible, we’re just doing the class for two or three people who actually want to learn English. The others could leave, it wouldn’t matter, they would have the same mark at their test, and I’m talking about the good ones, and the bad ones. You’re just here physically but everyone is somewhere else!! And if you dare deny it, then you are really insincere.”
I was trembling, my heart was beating so fast, I wanted to scream, to show my anger, my rage… The teacher nodded.
“I think your mate is right. She explained it very well. That’s true, we’re doing class for only two or three persons in this class, which is a shame.”
We had a long talk about it, a talk in which only the teacher and I spoke. But then Mrs Let-the students-do-what-they-want declared we had to stop debating because we were losing time. So she asked again, the same question, she had just asked me. No one, NO ONE could answer. I whispered, but I tried to make everyone hear it:
“In your face…”
One girl replied: “You have to calm down!”
“Yes, you must be out of your mind!!” said another one.
“Well then, call me crazy. I might be mad, but I happen to be right which isn’t logic at all.”
The bell rang, everyone went out of class. I was walking very fast, I was so furious, and at the same time so glad I had done this. I looked at the sky, and I smiled. It was just the beginning. Thank you Leonardo …
The next day, Wednesday, I had to return to school. But I didn’t want to cross the gates of that horrible place. I had to find the courage and the strength to face my actions. When I arrived in front of the class, no one said anything. It was very silent until the big fat Dylan started pointing me with his finger, which was really rude, and laughed like a simple pig. I looked at him like nothing in the world could make me feel so sorry. I had pity for him. I was wondering what would be his life later...
Our English teacher asked us to come in. We did. We stood up until she told us we could sit down. I looked around, everyone was ready to sleep, eat, chat, and go to the toilets. Crazy wasn’t it? The class started, our teacher asked the same question she asked on Monday and again, pupils in the class couldn’t answer, it was so easy, it was written under their eyes in their book. I answered the question, and that Dylan boy, yes, him, again, turned around to speak to my Canadian friend Roxanne, but we used to call her Rory, if she had understood a word of what I said. And THAT was another thing that made me crack. I stood up, and said:
“Okay, it’s written down there, you’re looking at it, it’s in your book, and you don’t understand anything? You have to be kidding me!! Nobody here, nobody works, it’s incredible, we’re just doing the class for two or three people who actually want to learn English. The others could leave, it wouldn’t matter, they would have the same mark at their test, and I’m talking about the good ones, and the bad ones. You’re just here physically but everyone is somewhere else!! And if you dare deny it, then you are really insincere.”
I was trembling, my heart was beating so fast, I wanted to scream, to show my anger, my rage… The teacher nodded.
“I think your mate is right. She explained it very well. That’s true, we’re doing class for only two or three persons in this class, which is a shame.”
We had a long talk about it, a talk in which only the teacher and I spoke. But then Mrs Let-the students-do-what-they-want declared we had to stop debating because we were losing time. So she asked again, the same question, she had just asked me. No one, NO ONE could answer. I whispered, but I tried to make everyone hear it:
“In your face…”
One girl replied: “You have to calm down!”
“Yes, you must be out of your mind!!” said another one.
“Well then, call me crazy. I might be mad, but I happen to be right which isn’t logic at all.”
The bell rang, everyone went out of class. I was walking very fast, I was so furious, and at the same time so glad I had done this. I looked at the sky, and I smiled. It was just the beginning. Thank you Leonardo …
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NarniaGirl12
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Lol amazing!!
Powl'
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I have to admit, that's what I truly did in class, excepts I didn't stand up.
and a little information, I'm not the girl in the story, and it doesn't happen in Congo, maybe it does, I don't know, I don't know the Girl's name, her country, I only talk about her enviroment, and her feeling, I always call her the Girl. I'd like anyone to relate to her.
and a little information, I'm not the girl in the story, and it doesn't happen in Congo, maybe it does, I don't know, I don't know the Girl's name, her country, I only talk about her enviroment, and her feeling, I always call her the Girl. I'd like anyone to relate to her.
Ginny_JillPole
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Powl'...
all i can say: WOW
Lol, I know you wanted me to read it before but i could never finish reading everything but I just... wow, I love it. It moves me, really.
Lol, I think that's because I imagine you're speaking those words with ur sweet, british voice, so it's really important and lovely to me.
Love you, sis and friend! You rock ^_^
all i can say: WOW
Lol, I know you wanted me to read it before but i could never finish reading everything
but I just... wow, I love it. It moves me, really.Lol, I think that's because I imagine you're speaking those words with ur sweet, british voice, so it's really important and lovely to me.
Love you, sis and friend! You rock
^_^
Good story Powl'. Keep writing but do it when you have time. So far you are doing a good job with it.
Powl'
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After the break, we had French class. Our French teacher, Mrs Strict, was the only great teacher to me, she wanted us to be very very rigorous. I loved her, she was my favourite teacher. She wasn’t very tall, not fat, but not skinny, she had little glasses, big eyes, long hair, and was about 60 years old. Sometimes, she attached her hair in bun, which made her look like a real lady. Her bearing was very imposing, and always made herself respected by the students. She liked me, because I was always doing more than what she would ask, and because I was a serious, hardworking, and interested pupil.
She opened the door, and went in the class. We followed her, and went towards our respective places. We sat. She opened her small suitcase. She looked at us, and started:
“I spoke with your English teacher.”
Dylan looked at me.
“And… I think your classmate is absolutely right, I am tired of students keeping the others down. This can’t continue.”
I smiled. I knew Mrs Strict would understand. She was only teaching who supported those who wanted to learn.
When I arrived at home, I sat on my bed. I started thinking.
“Will I ever see Leonardo again? Maybe not… But I was hoping I’d meet someone like him…”
Week-end finally came. I was exhausted, I had worked so much during this week, I hadn’t slept at all. My mother ordered a pizza, like every Friday night, and we ate a delicious Margarita talking about everything. I went to bed. I slept until ten o’ clock in the morning. I felt a lot better after taking a shower. My father proposed we’d go to the park. No one was against it wand we took our bikes, roller skates, child scooters, and rolled to this beautiful green space.
My brother and father were playing football (soccer) when my mother was reading a book. My sister and I climbed in an oak-tree. It wasn’t very tall, I guessed it was still young. I always loved climbing to the upper branch, when my head overtook the leaves and I could see everything from above. My father always told me to go down, because he didn’t want me to be injured. But I never listened. This day, I climbed the upper I could, because the branches were really delicate. Unfortunately, I stepped on one who broke, and I fell. Everything happened really fast, but it seemed to be so slow. I saw my sister trying to catch me, but she couldn’t, I hit some other little branches, I was going to hit the floor, but I didn’t.
She opened the door, and went in the class. We followed her, and went towards our respective places. We sat. She opened her small suitcase. She looked at us, and started:
“I spoke with your English teacher.”
Dylan looked at me.
“And… I think your classmate is absolutely right, I am tired of students keeping the others down. This can’t continue.”
I smiled. I knew Mrs Strict would understand. She was only teaching who supported those who wanted to learn.
When I arrived at home, I sat on my bed. I started thinking.
“Will I ever see Leonardo again? Maybe not… But I was hoping I’d meet someone like him…”
Week-end finally came. I was exhausted, I had worked so much during this week, I hadn’t slept at all. My mother ordered a pizza, like every Friday night, and we ate a delicious Margarita talking about everything. I went to bed. I slept until ten o’ clock in the morning. I felt a lot better after taking a shower. My father proposed we’d go to the park. No one was against it wand we took our bikes, roller skates, child scooters, and rolled to this beautiful green space.
My brother and father were playing football (soccer) when my mother was reading a book. My sister and I climbed in an oak-tree. It wasn’t very tall, I guessed it was still young. I always loved climbing to the upper branch, when my head overtook the leaves and I could see everything from above. My father always told me to go down, because he didn’t want me to be injured. But I never listened. This day, I climbed the upper I could, because the branches were really delicate. Unfortunately, I stepped on one who broke, and I fell. Everything happened really fast, but it seemed to be so slow. I saw my sister trying to catch me, but she couldn’t, I hit some other little branches, I was going to hit the floor, but I didn’t.
NarniaGirl12
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hey guys, I'm back
Yayy! I'm excited to know what happens next!
Powl'
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Second Part: Under a young Oak-tree
I was in a boy’s arms, he had caught me. I looked around and didn’t see my family but the tree was still there. The boy didn’t seem really old, about 16, he had short brown hair, and he was dressed like a lord. He had a relieved look. We stared for five minutes, and then he said.
“How many times has mother told you to not climb in trees? You know this is not appropriate for a young lady to act like that. And you almost hurt yourself, you must be more careful.”
I looked at him, I was really surprised.
“Could you put me down please?” I asked
He dropped me in the grass that was still wet because of the dew. I stood up and found out I didn’t have the clothes I was wearing when I had entered the park. I had a pale grey dress, almost white, there were little blue flowers on it.
“What?” I thought.
I touched my hair, I had a bang, and the rest of it was attached in a little braid hoarse in a bun. I heard a noise: a horse-drawn carriage, was crossing a big gate, there was a coachman. This started to be really weird. I started to think about what had just happened, and it suddenly seemed so obvious: it was a dream! But… no it couldn’t! I pinched my arm and didn’t wake up, and I perfectly remembered going to the park, what was it about? The view of the sea appeared in my head, of course! I thought I’d play the game, telling myself it’d be fun.
“Oh, uh, well… I… I was … bored…” I stammered.
“Well, I don’t think Mother is going to be really happy to find out, you secretly left to frolic in the garden. Let’s go.”
I guessed he was supposed to be my brother, but he seemed upset when he mentioned our “Mother”. I followed him, we arrived to two horses, they were beautiful and so big. One was completely black, the other one was brown, with a blond mane. I looked at the boy, I didn’t even know his name. He offered me the reindeers of the brown horse. I looked at him again, and asked:
“Really? Me?”
“Come on Isabelle, it’s not a good time for jokes.”
So Isabelle was my name. I was afraid: I only knew how to horse ride with one leg on each side, and with pants! How was I going to ride side-saddle? I still had boots, what a relief. I thought I’d give it a shot. I put my foot in the stirrup and lifted on the saddle. My brother did the same, and we started to trot, and then, he gave the horse a little knock of heel and it started galloping. Unfortunately my horse followed the black one, I let a little scream of panic, but surprisingly it seemed so easy. I felt like I had already done that before. I started laughing, it was so good, some locks of my hair that weren’t attached were dancing in the wind, we crossed the great park, it was the same park I was in with my family, except there was nobody except a gardener. The horses started running faster, I had to pull on my reindeers.
We arrived to a beautiful house, it was like a castle but smaller. It was still huge. The façade was all white, there were little balconies to every window. The roof was in black slate surmounted of two tours.