17 Back to school. (1/2)

By the way, I have to thank Selena and Steve for enrolling me in one of the only High School in France where I have to wear a uniform. Compared to the other, he is quite sober. A navy mid-thigh skirt, a blazer of the same color and a white blouse with short collar and all without tie. A slight improvement is felt but the uniform is still annoying to wear. One two, standing and here I am out of the beautiful black car provided by the agency with Mike, it's a bonus. First, to go to the administration to sign the last document from my hand. Hello, yes hello that's it. So the map, (Classrooms), not that, (Direction) not that either, (Refectory), oh I'll make myself a sandwish myself. (Lingerie - Infirmary), Do their nurse do the laundry? (Administration), here.

7:40

”Hello, my name is Lisa Hanckok. I have to sign documents.”

Unpleasant woman. ”One moment please. I'm finishing what I'm doing and I'm yours.”

7:45

7:50

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8:00

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8:30

8:33

”Madam, forgive me but I have been here for an hour and I have to be in classroom.”

Woman even more unpleasant. ”Your name, I do not remember anymore.”

Bitch. ”Lisa Hanckok”

Woman who seeks. ”They are next to me and ready to be signed,why have not you done it yet?”

But I will make you skin me. ”Thanks a lot, have a nice day.”

8:40 am, I am in front of the door in front of which I was supposed to be forty minutes ago. Slut, I'll put your computer in your big ass. Staying kind and polite in all circumstances Lisa is the key to a fulfilling social life. But when I see such whores, social life you know how I fight my balls. Good breathing by the ribcage, smile of circumstance and one strikes not too strong but not too soft either to assert itself to said Noémie. Ah a man and I think he invites me to come in. I arrange my hair, check my general appearance and I come in. Oh damn, not bad teacher, I'll eat it for breakfast me. The students calm down please. I am aware that I am beautiful. I know how sexy I am, unfortunately I also know you saw me play the morons girls on the internet. You Professor, you're really my type of guy, beautiful man brown, tall just wide enough shoulders, Twenty six, twenty seven, seven years old no more. Stop your fantasies Lisa, you're in school.

Be polite, you're late. ”Hello sir, my name is Lisa Hanckok. Forgive me, but I was in the administration for an hour.”

He smiles at least. ”American girl I believe. My name is Freddy Caplan, your new principal teacher and math teacher. Your comrades seems eager to know you so introduce yourself to us all, I beg you. Your passion, what your parents do and so on and out of curiosity, how much do you measure? It's up to you, Lisa.”

That's complete but you forgot my chest handsome guy. Do not worry, I'll give it to you when we're alone. ”OK, Lisa hanckok, 5,78 feet or 1,76 meter last Thursday and I do not expect to have grown too much since. I live in my parents' house here in the sixteenth arrondissement of Paris when in New York it is in Upper East Side. Um, my mom is the chief-editor of a big magazine. My dad is director and producer on Broadway. I have a fourteen year old little sister. As for my passions, apart from my job, I do not have time to do anything else. That's basically who I am, sir.”

He looks satisfied. ”Your French is good enough, although your accent is still very pronounced Lisa. I guess in the class many people know you. Thank you gentlemen but calm down. Lisa will have a special school system. A school system that is close to that of our sports studies Basketball. Since she is already in her working life at sixteen, she also goes to school, and sometimes she can be absent. Lisa do you have good ratings in general? ”

I smile. ”I am an average student but was very good in French and History. As a result, here, I will be very strong in English.”

Do not laugh I really thought so. ”At least you do not seem too worried. Sit here in the front row, facing my desk. And gentlemen, I already told you to calm down. Yes Lisa is pretty but we are in high school, do not forget it.”

I can even sit on your desk handsome guy? If there is one thing that I noticed, it is that the French are really too honest. I had heard that the Italians were like that but the French should not be much better. They come to see you in the street and make statements or insult you to the choice. Until the break we have directly, from the first day made a test to check our level in mathematics. This test was easy, I did these things two years ago but I guess the goal is not to demotivate but to encourage.

”Hi Lisa, what do you do after class? We are going to join friends in a bar. Do you want to come?”

Who are you my boy in the first place and spread all of you. ”No, I'm sorry, as soon as classes are over, a car picks me up and I goes to training. I can not do what I want in France.”

Ahh I do not know who's talking to me anymore. Let's answer the questions one by one. ”Do you know a lot of famous actors?”

easy ”No, not a lot but one of your actresses gave me an invitation to a preview this Friday, maybe I'll meet a few more.”

Serious voice of a guy full of button. Wow a keyboard on legs. ”Prefer you New York or Paris.”