Chapter 3: 3
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Eight forty-five in the morning, I arrive at the entrance to my Hight School, already fifteen minutes late. I only slept an hour and have my head in the ass. I get off my scooter, park my vehicle and enters. I have not done twenty meters that one of these university supervisors who works in this school comes to me certainly to blame myself for being late or to drive me to the counselor who can not feel me. Ah, what a misery to be controlled so early in the morning.
The guy is getting closer and smiling at me. "Hi, you're Lisa Hancok, are not you?"
What does this madman tell? "This is my alias to the photo shoots. A sort of silly pseudonym chosen by my agency but my name is Lisa Bastasky. Are you going to put on a warning at me? "
This guy is laughing now. He too must take too many products. "Not at all, I really like your pictures, especially your cover on Weekly Fashion. Congratulations on making covers at the national level, you have to start being famous. "
He's seducting me this old man? He must be at least twenty-four years old. "Do not get carried away. I only do this job for the money and to avoid the lessons, not for the celebrity. But yes, tomorrow I will still earn a lot of money through photos like this. Now sorry but I have to go to class so bye. "
I was about to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I push him violently so he moves away. I go to the entrance while this asshole is shouting me his mobile number. Sometimes you know, some guys really have to be desperate to do this and risk shame in their workplace just to flirt with a sixteen year old girl. When entering class, the teacher approaches me and speaks to me in a low voice so that the other students do not hear what he has to say to me. Damn, I promise you that some mornings you should stay in bed instead of getting up to discover that your day will be shitty. I close the classroom door and walk along the corridor and turn left to reach the exit towards the administrative building. This English teacher has always been nice to me. This morning is another concrete proof of his kindness towards me. I guarantee you that it would have been the other bitch of French teacher, she would be happy to shout in front of the class the little trouble. When I arrive at the secretariat of the administrative building, the woman in charge of the reception, informs me that I was expected since almost thirty minutes. She picks up her phone, and warns the person concerned that I have finally arrived. Not a minute has passed and the counselor guide me in the hallway up with a very worried look. She looks at me like she's watching a monster and wonders at me what I've done. Having nothing to say to him, I do not answer him and while she strikes at a door, I take out my pocket mirror and I quickly redo beauty .You know, even if it's not my style to play with my charms, every situation is different. A very serious voice comes from the inside inviting us to enter. When the old woman opens, what I see I do not like at all. Two cops are present in this room. I knew that the people there were cops, but one of them is a woman so how do you want me to charm her? But maybe it's a dirty lesbian that eats pussies every night. The man in his forties points a chair with his hand, so I sit down gently.
The two cops and the counselor look at me, then the man in uniform starts. "Mademoiselle Bastasky, at the age of ten, plant a knife into the cheek of one of her classmates. That same year, she fired with her father's pistol at his neighbor's car, which had confiscated his basketball.
At eleven years Miss Bastasky, light a fire in the toilet of his school and two days later having certainly found it amusing burns the nativity scene in front of a church screaming that Jesus was a cuckold without balls. Still at eleven years, she cuts with a pocket knife one of his professors who is said to have touched her.
Twelve years is your biggest achievement in terms of bullshit miss. Robbery in a shop, insults on police officers, racketeering,attempted burglary in a house, knife attack, screwdriver shot at the thigh of your own mother, fire in a small toy store, degradation of many public good and to finish in beauty, you shot at a banker who came to your home. From where came this weapon is always a mystery by the way.
At the age of thirteen Miss Bastasky seems to be calming down or become more cautious and at fourteen she finds friends much worse than herself and finds herself suspected of murder. Although the murder of this young boy could not be attributed to your small group, you continued your stupidities but became more and more vigilant. Miss Bastasky I know that one day you will end up in prison if you continue like this. Your two oldest friends are very dangerous and although that we could not prove it either, we suspect them for the murders of five people. I come now to what interests us today miss. Where were you this night?"
I did not remember that I had done so much bullshit when I was so young. I will have to thank him for reminding me. I lean my head to the side, simulate a deep meditation and smile at the man facing me. "Sir officer, I was really not mature was younger but luckily I changed while growing up. Last night, I went to the club in the city but they checked my age and they invited me to leave the place shortly after I arrived. Then my friends and I, spent the evening in the van of my friend Daniel to taking a walk together. That's all I have to report for this night, sir."
He looks at me attentively and frowns. "Yesterday evening and late into the night, several people were attacked. The attackers were throwing bottles out of the windows of their car, but as the victims were frightened and often dizzy or unconscious, we did not apprehend the culprits. On the other hand, the same van as that of your good friend Daniel Hill has been seen in many places, near places of aggression. Unfortunately, the plaque on the van does not match and the satanic signs could not be seen certainly because it was too dark. Miss, if you stop taked us for morons and tell us the whole truth, it will help you sleep better."
I wrapp my hair around my index finger to look more innocent which obviously annoyed the policewoman. "Do not take me for a foolish woman. I know that your pretty little head has attracted some of my colleagues but it will not make me fall into your trap. Now speak. "
I hold my laugh concluding that this bitch does not graze grass. "Are you suggesting that your colleagues are pedophiles and me a whore? Officer I want to file a complaint for defamation. I am ready to come to the station for that. I get insulted inside my own school and by an police officer. Before I was maybe not an angel, but everyone is entitled to a second chance. Now write. I, the undersigned Lisa Bastasky, residing at 123 Winchester Street in Sandville, practicing the profession of student, have the honor to file a complaint in your hands against Officer Garcia. Indeed, I was a victim during a examination of an obvious defamation. During this interogatory, I ... »
The man seems on the verge of getting upset and then cuts me off by looking fiercely at her colleague. "Miss Bastasky, we'll trap you very soon and that's a promise. We're leaving right now, no need to accompany us. "
Not wanting to add more problems, while the councilor blame me, I say nothing and wait to be certain that they are gone. After two good minutes I get up and smiled at my advisor who begins to lose his voice by dint of too much to scream at me. I proffer him my middle finger, start laughing and come out of this shit room.
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Eight forty-five in the morning, I arrive at the entrance to my Hight School, already fifteen minutes late. I only slept an hour and have my head in the ass. I get off my scooter, park my vehicle and enters. I have not done twenty meters that one of these university supervisors who works in this school comes to me certainly to blame myself for being late or to drive me to the counselor who can not feel me. Ah, what a misery to be controlled so early in the morning.
The guy is getting closer and smiling at me. "Hi, you're Lisa Hancok, are not you?"
What does this madman tell? "This is my alias to the photo shoots. A sort of silly pseudonym chosen by my agency but my name is Lisa Bastasky. Are you going to put on a warning at me? "
This guy is laughing now. He too must take too many products. "Not at all, I really like your pictures, especially your cover on Weekly Fashion. Congratulations on making covers at the national level, you have to start being famous. "
He's seducting me this old man? He must be at least twenty-four years old. "Do not get carried away. I only do this job for the money and to avoid the lessons, not for the celebrity. But yes, tomorrow I will still earn a lot of money through photos like this. Now sorry but I have to go to class so bye. "
I was about to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I push him violently so he moves away. I go to the entrance while this asshole is shouting me his mobile number. Sometimes you know, some guys really have to be desperate to do this and risk shame in their workplace just to flirt with a sixteen year old girl. When entering class, the teacher approaches me and speaks to me in a low voice so that the other students do not hear what he has to say to me. Damn, I promise you that some mornings you should stay in bed instead of getting up to discover that your day will be shitty. I close the classroom door and walk along the corridor and turn left to reach the exit towards the administrative building. This English teacher has always been nice to me. This morning is another concrete proof of his kindness towards me. I guarantee you that it would have been the other bitch of French teacher, she would be happy to shout in front of the class the little trouble. When I arrive at the secretariat of the administrative building, the woman in charge of the reception, informs me that I was expected since almost thirty minutes. She picks up her phone, and warns the person concerned that I have finally arrived. Not a minute has passed and the counselor guide me in the hallway up with a very worried look. She looks at me like she's watching a monster and wonders at me what I've done. Having nothing to say to him, I do not answer him and while she strikes at a door, I take out my pocket mirror and I quickly redo beauty .You know, even if it's not my style to play with my charms, every situation is different. A very serious voice comes from the inside inviting us to enter. When the old woman opens, what I see I do not like at all. Two cops are present in this room. I knew that the people there were cops, but one of them is a woman so how do you want me to charm her? But maybe it's a dirty lesbian that eats pussies every night. The man in his forties points a chair with his hand, so I sit down gently.
The two cops and the counselor look at me, then the man in uniform starts. "Mademoiselle Bastasky, at the age of ten, plant a knife into the cheek of one of her classmates. That same year, she fired with her father's pistol at his neighbor's car, which had confiscated his basketball.
At eleven years Miss Bastasky, light a fire in the toilet of his school and two days later having certainly found it amusing burns the nativity scene in front of a church screaming that Jesus was a cuckold without balls. Still at eleven years, she cuts with a pocket knife one of his professors who is said to have touched her.
Twelve years is your biggest achievement in terms of bullshit miss. Robbery in a shop, insults on police officers, racketeering,attempted burglary in a house, knife attack, screwdriver shot at the thigh of your own mother, fire in a small toy store, degradation of many public good and to finish in beauty, you shot at a banker who came to your home. From where came this weapon is always a mystery by the way.
At the age of thirteen Miss Bastasky seems to be calming down or become more cautious and at fourteen she finds friends much worse than herself and finds herself suspected of murder. Although the murder of this young boy could not be attributed to your small group, you continued your stupidities but became more and more vigilant. Miss Bastasky I know that one day you will end up in prison if you continue like this. Your two oldest friends are very dangerous and although that we could not prove it either, we suspect them for the murders of five people. I come now to what interests us today miss. Where were you this night?"
I did not remember that I had done so much bullshit when I was so young. I will have to thank him for reminding me. I lean my head to the side, simulate a deep meditation and smile at the man facing me. "Sir officer, I was really not mature was younger but luckily I changed while growing up. Last night, I went to the club in the city but they checked my age and they invited me to leave the place shortly after I arrived. Then my friends and I, spent the evening in the van of my friend Daniel to taking a walk together. That's all I have to report for this night, sir."
He looks at me attentively and frowns. "Yesterday evening and late into the night, several people were attacked. The attackers were throwing bottles out of the windows of their car, but as the victims were frightened and often dizzy or unconscious, we did not apprehend the culprits. On the other hand, the same van as that of your good friend Daniel Hill has been seen in many places, near places of aggression. Unfortunately, the plaque on the van does not match and the satanic signs could not be seen certainly because it was too dark. Miss, if you stop taked us for morons and tell us the whole truth, it will help you sleep better."
I wrapp my hair around my index finger to look more innocent which obviously annoyed the policewoman. "Do not take me for a foolish woman. I know that your pretty little head has attracted some of my colleagues but it will not make me fall into your trap. Now speak. "
I hold my laugh concluding that this bitch does not graze grass. "Are you suggesting that your colleagues are pedophiles and me a whore? Officer I want to file a complaint for defamation. I am ready to come to the station for that. I get insulted inside my own school and by an police officer. Before I was maybe not an angel, but everyone is entitled to a second chance. Now write. I, the undersigned Lisa Bastasky, residing at 123 Winchester Street in Sandville, practicing the profession of student, have the honor to file a complaint in your hands against Officer Garcia. Indeed, I was a victim during a examination of an obvious defamation. During this interogatory, I ... »
The man seems on the verge of getting upset and then cuts me off by looking fiercely at her colleague. "Miss Bastasky, we'll trap you very soon and that's a promise. We're leaving right now, no need to accompany us. "
Not wanting to add more problems, while the councilor blame me, I say nothing and wait to be certain that they are gone. After two good minutes I get up and smiled at my advisor who begins to lose his voice by dint of too much to scream at me. I proffer him my middle finger, start laughing and come out of this shit room.
Eight forty-five in the morning, I arrive at the entrance to my Hight School, already fifteen minutes late. I only slept an hour and have my head in the ass. I get off my scooter, park my vehicle and enters. I have not done twenty meters that one of these university supervisors who works in this school comes to me certainly to blame myself for being late or to drive me to the counselor who can not feel me. Ah, what a misery to be controlled so early in the morning.The guy is getting closer and smiling at me. "Hi, you're Lisa Hancok, are not you?"What does this madman tell? "This is my alias to the photo shoots. A sort of silly pseudonym chosen by my agency but my name is Lisa Bastasky. Are you going to put on a warning at me? "This guy is laughing now. He too must take too many products. "Not at all, I really like your pictures, especially your cover on Weekly Fashion. Congratulations on making covers at the national level, you have to start being famous. "He's seducting me this old man? He must be at least twenty-four years old. "Do not get carried away. I only do this job for the money and to avoid the lessons, not for the celebrity. But yes, tomorrow I will still earn a lot of money through photos like this. Now sorry but I have to go to class so bye. "I was about to leave, but he grabbed my arm. I push him violently so he moves away. I go to the entrance while this asshole is shouting me his mobile number. Sometimes you know, some guys really have to be desperate to do this and risk shame in their workplace just to flirt with a sixteen year old girl. When entering class, the teacher approaches me and speaks to me in a low voice so that the other students do not hear what he has to say to me. Damn, I promise you that some mornings you should stay in bed instead of getting up to discover that your day will be shitty. I close the classroom door and walk along the corridor and turn left to reach the exit towards the administrative building. This English teacher has always been nice to me. This morning is another concrete proof of his kindness towards me. I guarantee you that it would have been the other bitch of French teacher, she would be happy to shout in front of the class the little trouble. When I arrive at the secretariat of the administrative building, the woman in charge of the reception, informs me that I was expected since almost thirty minutes. She picks up her phone, and warns the person concerned that I have finally arrived. Not a minute has passed and the counselor guide me in the hallway up with a very worried look. She looks at me like she's watching a monster and wonders at me what I've done. Having nothing to say to him, I do not answer him and while she strikes at a door, I take out my pocket mirror and I quickly redo beauty .You know, even if it's not my style to play with my charms, every situation is different. A very serious voice comes from the inside inviting us to enter. When the old woman opens, what I see I do not like at all. Two cops are present in this room. I knew that the people there were cops, but one of them is a woman so how do you want me to charm her? But maybe it's a dirty lesbian that eats pussies every night. The man in his forties points a chair with his hand, so I sit down gently.The two cops and the counselor look at me, then the man in uniform starts. "Mademoiselle Bastasky, at the age of ten, plant a knife into the cheek of one of her classmates. That same year, she fired with her father's pistol at his neighbor's car, which had confiscated his basketball.At eleven years Miss Bastasky, light a fire in the toilet of his school and two days later having certainly found it amusing burns the nativity scene in front of a church screaming that Jesus was a cuckold without balls. Still at eleven years, she cuts with a pocket knife one of his professors who is said to have touched her.Twelve years is your biggest achievement in terms of bullshit miss. Robbery in a shop, insults on police officers, racketeering,attempted burglary in a house, knife attack, screwdriver shot at the thigh of your own mother, fire in a small toy store, degradation of many public good and to finish in beauty, you shot at a banker who came to your home. From where came this weapon is always a mystery by the way.At the age of thirteen Miss Bastasky seems to be calming down or become more cautious and at fourteen she finds friends much worse than herself and finds herself suspected of murder. Although the murder of this young boy could not be attributed to your small group, you continued your stupidities but became more and more vigilant. Miss Bastasky I know that one day you will end up in prison if you continue like this. Your two oldest friends are very dangerous and although that we could not prove it either, we suspect them for the murders of five people. I come now to what interests us today miss. Where were you this night?"I did not remember that I had done so much bullshit when I was so young. I will have to thank him for reminding me. I lean my head to the side, simulate a deep meditation and smile at the man facing me. "Sir officer, I was really not mature was younger but luckily I changed while growing up. Last night, I went to the club in the city but they checked my age and they invited me to leave the place shortly after I arrived. Then my friends and I, spent the evening in the van of my friend Daniel to taking a walk together. That's all I have to report for this night, sir."He looks at me attentively and frowns. "Yesterday evening and late into the night, several people were attacked. The attackers were throwing bottles out of the windows of their car, but as the victims were frightened and often dizzy or unconscious, we did not apprehend the culprits. On the other hand, the same van as that of your good friend Daniel Hill has been seen in many places, near places of aggression. Unfortunately, the plaque on the van does not match and the satanic signs could not be seen certainly because it was too dark. Miss, if you stop taked us for morons and tell us the whole truth, it will help you sleep better."I wrapp my hair around my index finger to look more innocent which obviously annoyed the policewoman. "Do not take me for a foolish woman. I know that your pretty little head has attracted some of my colleagues but it will not make me fall into your trap. Now speak. "I hold my laugh concluding that this bitch does not graze grass. "Are you suggesting that your colleagues are pedophiles and me a whore? Officer I want to file a complaint for defamation. I am ready to come to the station for that. I get insulted inside my own school and by an police officer. Before I was maybe not an angel, but everyone is entitled to a second chance. Now write. I, the undersigned Lisa Bastasky, residing at 123 Winchester Street in Sandville, practicing the profession of student, have the honor to file a complaint in your hands against Officer Garcia. Indeed, I was a victim during a examination of an obvious defamation. During this interogatory, I ... The man seems on the verge of getting upset and then cuts me off by looking fiercely at her colleague. "Miss Bastasky, we'll trap you very soon and that's a promise. We're leaving right now, no need to accompany us. "Not wanting to add more problems, while the councilor blame me, I say nothing and wait to be certain that they are gone. After two good minutes I get up and smiled at my advisor who begins to lose his voice by dint of too much to scream at me. I proffer him my middle finger, start laughing and come out of this shit room.
