Chapter 5: 5
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Friday, June 3, 2016
Yesterday Selena handed me a gift package, when I touched it, I realized that inside it was clothes. By the way, she and her husband Steve, who is a really nice guy, have nothing against my freak style, which is a good thing but they do not approve much my vulgar language. When I opened the package, I thought they were making me a joke of shit for me to relax before entering my new High School but when I realized that it was not the case, I I thought I was dying. At their repeated request, I went to try the ugly thing. A red pleated skirt that stopped at half my thighs, a fairly classic white blouse, a red tie and finally a blazer for red woman with an escutcheon with effigy and the name of my high school. It's not that it did not suit me because I am now five feet sixty fifteen tall and quite thin, but how could I go out in this stupid outfit? I will look like the last slut who shows his ass to everyone. You have to know that they enrolled me in a private classical school with my agreement but with modules that will allow me to improve in my job. This is not a bad thing but frankly this uniform is too much. I hear a knock on the door and see them come in and smile. They compliment me for my current look? They are totally crazy these two or maybe they sniff glue in secret? You know, I make a lot of effort to behave and avoid bullshit because Emie loves them a lot and seems very happy here and I must admit that they are not too boring but today despite all my good resolutions, I'm about to say shit to all this.
The next morning, it did not take us long to reach the red brick establishment, built in length but still has four floors. In front of this building in all respects similar to those which surrounds it, if the sign that indicated Sican High School was not present, I would never have thought it was a school. Since it is already nine o'clock, everybody are already studying and we go directly to the administration. This school has only five hundred students, twenty or fewer per class, which is very little compared to my old high school. I thought to have a little time before joining my first year classmates but it looks like one of the secretaries is not giving me that chance. She guides me to the first floor and knocks on door 1-C. I hear a male voice say come in and my new dreaded life will begin. The secretary asks me to wait a while here. while she will prevent the teacher that a new student will join his class today. After his return and his annoying "good luck luck" I look at my stupid uniform again and comfort me by saying that they will all be the same then I enter. I walk straight to the teacher, without looking at the gnomes sitting to my left. He welcomes me and asks me to introduce myself. Do you want me to talk to all these people? Do you take me for a politician or what?
I turn around like a rusty Terminator way and realize they are staring at me all. Help, I'm going to piss on me. Think of something funny. Here I found, imagine them with a pig's head. While without realizing it, I laugh in front of everyone. The teacher approaches me and asks me if I'm fine. I apologize by claiming that stress dominated me but that now, I have regained control of my emotions. More quiet but about to laugh, I look again at the pigsty. "Hello, my name is Lisa Bastasky. I just moved in here and do not know anyone yet. I hope we can get along."
The Professor smiles. "Well Lisa, but do not you have anything else to tell us like your passions, if you have a brother or a sister, you see that kind of thing."
Do you want me to tell you all the bullshit I made that? "I have a fourteen year old little sister whom I adore and my passion is to pose in front of photographers. I will be able to add retro movies but my tastes in this area do not please many people. "
He smiled at me again this manure. "All right, go sit here, second row right. We welcome you among us. "
The anguish assail me again after my presentation a "welcome Lisa" concert was heard from the mouths of all the students. I just listen in live a nice concert of Dora go to school with all his friends. Classes are not so different from those of my old school, but we never change classroom here. Teachers come to us and not the opposite. At noon, I'm moving to find the cafeteria and find her in the basement. The room itself is not very modern and the self-service is too short, which leads to an endless wait. When I finally got a plateau, I sat alone. I think integrating here will not be easier than in my old school. By staying alone, I accumulate all the advantages, I'm quiet and no one comes to piss me off. What, who are they? Three guys and a girl sit with me. Shit, are they food racketeers?
I recognize this girl. She was sitting in front of me this morning. Why are you looking at me like that? You're a dirty lesbian and you like me that it? "You want to ask me something?"
The girl laughs. "You're shy, it shows. I've seen you before, so I was very surprised this morning when I saw you enter our classroom. "
I already meet this girl? "Yes, I'm not very talkative and have trouble integrating myself in general. But we know each other ?"
She shakes her head. "No, we never met each other but I already saw you. Wait a second. Look, you are here. "
A magazine for which I worked. "Ok, I had a lot of fun that day. In addition the vulture was not there so it was even better. "
One of the guys looks surprised. "Who is the vulture?"
Shit, me who was tried to make an effort to talk. "Ah, the vulture is my agent. He steals all my money so he's a vulture. "
They burst out laughing all three. It was so funny? The girl reaches out to me so I salute her. "My name is Amy, can you take me with you next time you participate at photo shoot? I would like to see professional photographers working? "
If it makes her happy and she stays in her place. "If you want. Tomorrow I have a session for the same magazine that you just showed me. Wait, I'm writing you my address. Do not come after 01h00pm because we are leaving at 01h15pm. "
Amy thanked me and one of the guy took out his smartphone then approaches me. "Lisa, would you like to exchange our numbers?"
I want to leave now but I have not eaten anything yet. In addition I must behave well because if I do everything mess, it is the home for children for my little sister and me. Fucking boy, stick it in your ass your smartphone. "We'll see when we know each other a little better."
Amy gets up and pushes him. "You're clingy. You do not see that you disturb her. Look around us. There are already a lot of boys who have eyes on her and you add more. Let her breathe a little. "
She is a girl with character in reality. I will have a service to ask him too, she looks pretty ok. "Amy, I have a problem and you may be able to help me. I do not know how to get home. All the streets are similar in the corner. Could you show me the way tonight? "
She does not care about me now, I knew that asking was bullshit. "No worries, I'm going to escort you, do not worry. Do not make that head, I did not make fun of you but you looked so cute and uncomfortable asking for a little service. Say Lisa, you make a lot of money doing these photos? "
I feel stupid sometimes. "It depends, between three hundred and two thousand dollars the photo. But according to a very knowledgeable person, earn two thousand dollars per photo is very rare, finally at my level. Normally I will soon change agency. So maybe I'll earn a little bit more. Shit, I'm too hungry, you've seen the hour. "
It is ten seven thirty, and I have just discovered that this school was a trap. I was fucked deep. I will not finish at 3 p.m o'clock or 3:30 p.m, as before, but every evening at ten seven thirty p.m. Complementary modules that are, move, diction and singing are considered here as secondary lessons but I can not miss them. They are obligatory in this school and last two hours. Selena did not tell me anything about it and as I did not look at the brochure before accepting this school because I did not care where I'd be, I had no idea. While Amy take me home, I realize that I can talk to her without much difficulty. She is someone who is direct, very honest and who says everything she thinks. She is not fake at all and is not pretentious I guess that's why I appreciate her a little.
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Friday, June 3, 2016
Yesterday Selena handed me a gift package, when I touched it, I realized that inside it was clothes. By the way, she and her husband Steve, who is a really nice guy, have nothing against my freak style, which is a good thing but they do not approve much my vulgar language. When I opened the package, I thought they were making me a joke of shit for me to relax before entering my new High School but when I realized that it was not the case, I I thought I was dying. At their repeated request, I went to try the ugly thing. A red pleated skirt that stopped at half my thighs, a fairly classic white blouse, a red tie and finally a blazer for red woman with an escutcheon with effigy and the name of my high school. It's not that it did not suit me because I am now five feet sixty fifteen tall and quite thin, but how could I go out in this stupid outfit? I will look like the last slut who shows his ass to everyone. You have to know that they enrolled me in a private classical school with my agreement but with modules that will allow me to improve in my job. This is not a bad thing but frankly this uniform is too much. I hear a knock on the door and see them come in and smile. They compliment me for my current look? They are totally crazy these two or maybe they sniff glue in secret? You know, I make a lot of effort to behave and avoid bullshit because Emie loves them a lot and seems very happy here and I must admit that they are not too boring but today despite all my good resolutions, I'm about to say shit to all this.
The next morning, it did not take us long to reach the red brick establishment, built in length but still has four floors. In front of this building in all respects similar to those which surrounds it, if the sign that indicated Sican High School was not present, I would never have thought it was a school. Since it is already nine o'clock, everybody are already studying and we go directly to the administration. This school has only five hundred students, twenty or fewer per class, which is very little compared to my old high school. I thought to have a little time before joining my first year classmates but it looks like one of the secretaries is not giving me that chance. She guides me to the first floor and knocks on door 1-C. I hear a male voice say come in and my new dreaded life will begin. The secretary asks me to wait a while here. while she will prevent the teacher that a new student will join his class today. After his return and his annoying "good luck luck" I look at my stupid uniform again and comfort me by saying that they will all be the same then I enter. I walk straight to the teacher, without looking at the gnomes sitting to my left. He welcomes me and asks me to introduce myself. Do you want me to talk to all these people? Do you take me for a politician or what?
I turn around like a rusty Terminator way and realize they are staring at me all. Help, I'm going to piss on me. Think of something funny. Here I found, imagine them with a pig's head. While without realizing it, I laugh in front of everyone. The teacher approaches me and asks me if I'm fine. I apologize by claiming that stress dominated me but that now, I have regained control of my emotions. More quiet but about to laugh, I look again at the pigsty. "Hello, my name is Lisa Bastasky. I just moved in here and do not know anyone yet. I hope we can get along."
The Professor smiles. "Well Lisa, but do not you have anything else to tell us like your passions, if you have a brother or a sister, you see that kind of thing."
Do you want me to tell you all the bullshit I made that? "I have a fourteen year old little sister whom I adore and my passion is to pose in front of photographers. I will be able to add retro movies but my tastes in this area do not please many people. "
He smiled at me again this manure. "All right, go sit here, second row right. We welcome you among us. "
The anguish assail me again after my presentation a "welcome Lisa" concert was heard from the mouths of all the students. I just listen in live a nice concert of Dora go to school with all his friends. Classes are not so different from those of my old school, but we never change classroom here. Teachers come to us and not the opposite. At noon, I'm moving to find the cafeteria and find her in the basement. The room itself is not very modern and the self-service is too short, which leads to an endless wait. When I finally got a plateau, I sat alone. I think integrating here will not be easier than in my old school. By staying alone, I accumulate all the advantages, I'm quiet and no one comes to piss me off. What, who are they? Three guys and a girl sit with me. Shit, are they food racketeers?
I recognize this girl. She was sitting in front of me this morning. Why are you looking at me like that? You're a dirty lesbian and you like me that it? "You want to ask me something?"
The girl laughs. "You're shy, it shows. I've seen you before, so I was very surprised this morning when I saw you enter our classroom. "
I already meet this girl? "Yes, I'm not very talkative and have trouble integrating myself in general. But we know each other ?"
She shakes her head. "No, we never met each other but I already saw you. Wait a second. Look, you are here. "
A magazine for which I worked. "Ok, I had a lot of fun that day. In addition the vulture was not there so it was even better. "
One of the guys looks surprised. "Who is the vulture?"
Shit, me who was tried to make an effort to talk. "Ah, the vulture is my agent. He steals all my money so he's a vulture. "
They burst out laughing all three. It was so funny? The girl reaches out to me so I salute her. "My name is Amy, can you take me with you next time you participate at photo shoot? I would like to see professional photographers working? "
If it makes her happy and she stays in her place. "If you want. Tomorrow I have a session for the same magazine that you just showed me. Wait, I'm writing you my address. Do not come after 01h00pm because we are leaving at 01h15pm. "
Amy thanked me and one of the guy took out his smartphone then approaches me. "Lisa, would you like to exchange our numbers?"
I want to leave now but I have not eaten anything yet. In addition I must behave well because if I do everything mess, it is the home for children for my little sister and me. Fucking boy, stick it in your ass your smartphone. "We'll see when we know each other a little better."
Amy gets up and pushes him. "You're clingy. You do not see that you disturb her. Look around us. There are already a lot of boys who have eyes on her and you add more. Let her breathe a little. "
She is a girl with character in reality. I will have a service to ask him too, she looks pretty ok. "Amy, I have a problem and you may be able to help me. I do not know how to get home. All the streets are similar in the corner. Could you show me the way tonight? "
She does not care about me now, I knew that asking was bullshit. "No worries, I'm going to escort you, do not worry. Do not make that head, I did not make fun of you but you looked so cute and uncomfortable asking for a little service. Say Lisa, you make a lot of money doing these photos? "
I feel stupid sometimes. "It depends, between three hundred and two thousand dollars the photo. But according to a very knowledgeable person, earn two thousand dollars per photo is very rare, finally at my level. Normally I will soon change agency. So maybe I'll earn a little bit more. Shit, I'm too hungry, you've seen the hour. "
It is ten seven thirty, and I have just discovered that this school was a trap. I was fucked deep. I will not finish at 3 p.m o'clock or 3:30 p.m, as before, but every evening at ten seven thirty p.m. Complementary modules that are, move, diction and singing are considered here as secondary lessons but I can not miss them. They are obligatory in this school and last two hours. Selena did not tell me anything about it and as I did not look at the brochure before accepting this school because I did not care where I'd be, I had no idea. While Amy take me home, I realize that I can talk to her without much difficulty. She is someone who is direct, very honest and who says everything she thinks. She is not fake at all and is not pretentious I guess that's why I appreciate her a little.
Friday, June 3, 2016Yesterday Selena handed me a gift package, when I touched it, I realized that inside it was clothes. By the way, she and her husband Steve, who is a really nice guy, have nothing against my freak style, which is a good thing but they do not approve much my vulgar language. When I opened the package, I thought they were making me a joke of shit for me to relax before entering my new High School but when I realized that it was not the case, I I thought I was dying. At their repeated request, I went to try the ugly thing. A red pleated skirt that stopped at half my thighs, a fairly classic white blouse, a red tie and finally a blazer for red woman with an escutcheon with effigy and the name of my high school. It's not that it did not suit me because I am now five feet sixty fifteen tall and quite thin, but how could I go out in this stupid outfit? I will look like the last slut who shows his ass to everyone. You have to know that they enrolled me in a private classical school with my agreement but with modules that will allow me to improve in my job. This is not a bad thing but frankly this uniform is too much. I hear a knock on the door and see them come in and smile. They compliment me for my current look? They are totally crazy these two or maybe they sniff glue in secret? You know, I make a lot of effort to behave and avoid bullshit because Emie loves them a lot and seems very happy here and I must admit that they are not too boring but today despite all my good resolutions, I'm about to say shit to all this.The next morning, it did not take us long to reach the red brick establishment, built in length but still has four floors. In front of this building in all respects similar to those which surrounds it, if the sign that indicated Sican High School was not present, I would never have thought it was a school. Since it is already nine o'clock, everybody are already studying and we go directly to the administration. This school has only five hundred students, twenty or fewer per class, which is very little compared to my old high school. I thought to have a little time before joining my first year classmates but it looks like one of the secretaries is not giving me that chance. She guides me to the first floor and knocks on door 1-C. I hear a male voice say come in and my new dreaded life will begin. The secretary asks me to wait a while here. while she will prevent the teacher that a new student will join his class today. After his return and his annoying "good luck luck" I look at my stupid uniform again and comfort me by saying that they will all be the same then I enter. I walk straight to the teacher, without looking at the gnomes sitting to my left. He welcomes me and asks me to introduce myself. Do you want me to talk to all these people? Do you take me for a politician or what?I turn around like a rusty Terminator way and realize they are staring at me all. Help, I'm going to piss on me. Think of something funny. Here I found, imagine them with a pig's head. While without realizing it, I laugh in front of everyone. The teacher approaches me and asks me if I'm fine. I apologize by claiming that stress dominated me but that now, I have regained control of my emotions. More quiet but about to laugh, I look again at the pigsty. "Hello, my name is Lisa Bastasky. I just moved in here and do not know anyone yet. I hope we can get along."The Professor smiles. "Well Lisa, but do not you have anything else to tell us like your passions, if you have a brother or a sister, you see that kind of thing."Do you want me to tell you all the bullshit I made that? "I have a fourteen year old little sister whom I adore and my passion is to pose in front of photographers. I will be able to add retro movies but my tastes in this area do not please many people. "He smiled at me again this manure. "All right, go sit here, second row right. We welcome you among us. "The anguish assail me again after my presentation a "welcome Lisa" concert was heard from the mouths of all the students. I just listen in live a nice concert of Dora go to school with all his friends. Classes are not so different from those of my old school, but we never change classroom here. Teachers come to us and not the opposite. At noon, I'm moving to find the cafeteria and find her in the basement. The room itself is not very modern and the self-service is too short, which leads to an endless wait. When I finally got a plateau, I sat alone. I think integrating here will not be easier than in my old school. By staying alone, I accumulate all the advantages, I'm quiet and no one comes to piss me off. What, who are they? Three guys and a girl sit with me. Shit, are they food racketeers?I recognize this girl. She was sitting in front of me this morning. Why are you looking at me like that? You're a dirty lesbian and you like me that it? "You want to ask me something?"The girl laughs. "You're shy, it shows. I've seen you before, so I was very surprised this morning when I saw you enter our classroom. "I already meet this girl? "Yes, I'm not very talkative and have trouble integrating myself in general. But we know each other ?"She shakes her head. "No, we never met each other but I already saw you. Wait a second. Look, you are here. "A magazine for which I worked. "Ok, I had a lot of fun that day. In addition the vulture was not there so it was even better. "One of the guys looks surprised. "Who is the vulture?"Shit, me who was tried to make an effort to talk. "Ah, the vulture is my agent. He steals all my money so he's a vulture. "They burst out laughing all three. It was so funny? The girl reaches out to me so I salute her. "My name is Amy, can you take me with you next time you participate at photo shoot? I would like to see professional photographers working? "If it makes her happy and she stays in her place. "If you want. Tomorrow I have a session for the same magazine that you just showed me. Wait, I'm writing you my address. Do not come after 01h00pm because we are leaving at 01h15pm. "Amy thanked me and one of the guy took out his smartphone then approaches me. "Lisa, would you like to exchange our numbers?"I want to leave now but I have not eaten anything yet. In addition I must behave well because if I do everything mess, it is the home for children for my little sister and me. Fucking boy, stick it in your ass your smartphone. "We'll see when we know each other a little better."Amy gets up and pushes him. "You're clingy. You do not see that you disturb her. Look around us. There are already a lot of boys who have eyes on her and you add more. Let her breathe a little. "She is a girl with character in reality. I will have a service to ask him too, she looks pretty ok. "Amy, I have a problem and you may be able to help me. I do not know how to get home. All the streets are similar in the corner. Could you show me the way tonight? "She does not care about me now, I knew that asking was bullshit. "No worries, I'm going to escort you, do not worry. Do not make that head, I did not make fun of you but you looked so cute and uncomfortable asking for a little service. Say Lisa, you make a lot of money doing these photos? "I feel stupid sometimes. "It depends, between three hundred and two thousand dollars the photo. But according to a very knowledgeable person, earn two thousand dollars per photo is very rare, finally at my level. Normally I will soon change agency. So maybe I'll earn a little bit more. Shit, I'm too hungry, you've seen the hour. "It is ten seven thirty, and I have just discovered that this school was a trap. I was fucked deep. I will not finish at 3 p.m o'clock or 3:30 p.m, as before, but every evening at ten seven thirty p.m. Complementary modules that are, move, diction and singing are considered here as secondary lessons but I can not miss them. They are obligatory in this school and last two hours. Selena did not tell me anything about it and as I did not look at the brochure before accepting this school because I did not care where I'd be, I had no idea. While Amy take me home, I realize that I can talk to her without much difficulty. She is someone who is direct, very honest and who says everything she thinks. She is not fake at all and is not pretentious I guess that's why I appreciate her a little.
