Chapter 60: 60
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Sunday, October 23, 2016
8:30am I am currently at home in New York and of course did not shoot for the China AS advertising campaign. Even more embarrassing because I wanted to visit Italy, I can not also participate in the expected fashion show. I will be able to resume the photo shoot and this kind of work that requires little physical effort in two weeks but it will take me a month to fully heal. To heal from what? Exactly, I have not told you yet. After 50 exams asked by Terry, the conclusions of the exhausted doctors, did not change. A very big hematoma at the ankle and two cracked ribs. I'm doing pretty well overall because what I learned once in the hospital, both shocked and moved. The young Filipina model Bianca, who was worried about me, also got hit but did not say anything for to be able to continue working. Unfortunately for her, a broken wrist, does not allow to work freely. So when she started the individual photo shoot series, she had to confess the truth. We exchanged our phone numbers and I know that his morale is good but I blame myself for not noticing her condition that day. My mother allows me to sign up for the driver's license and I will take advantage of the time I am in New York to get it. My next job is only November 12 in France, then Germany and England. The contracts, although not as big as the one with Sony, are more numerous in the West since the agency that bothered me no longer obstructs my career.
Monday October 24th, 2016
Today, I go back to High School, which is near my home. It's in the same school as my sister's. There are children from 3 or 4 years to 18 years old. The children's paradise is waiting for me.
"Ahhh, I do not want to go. I want to stay at home. I am suffering. I'm in pain and I still do not feel good enough to face all these strangers at school."
Oh, I drew the monster out of his lair. "Will you shut up, yes? How old are you Lisa? You will go to school, even if I have to ask your bodyguards to take you there by force. The one who paids them is me. Now, take off that pajamas and dress up."
I make small eyes that express fear and beg. "Mom, I love you so much my mom. Let your Lisa rest her bruised and exhausted body."
No, do not take off my clothes as if I were a little girl. It's humiliating for me, you know. "Naked, wash and dress. By the way Lisa, we'll have to talk about your relationship with Jenna. But now you're going to shower, you stink."
Nothing to discuss about my relationship with Jenna. "We are in love with each other. I'm going to wash but I'm against going to school."
Do not grumble. "Lisa, you become capricious. You have to go, it's like that. When to your love for Jenna, I do not know what to say. I'll talk to your father about it, it's not like you've committed a crime, but be discreet."
Capricious me? No! Fufufu. Operation shower to refresh this body that does not feel the jasmine engaged. I will have to think about changing shampoo, I'm sick of always having the hair that smell of the flowers of the south. Maybe I will have a teacher as sexy as my math teacher in France. If so, as much make him want to the little teacher. So in this school in which we do not have a uniform, what could I put but my jacket. A very tight dress, short black neckline, backless and with laces on the sides will be perfect. I'm forced to go to school and I'm going to play the new student sexy bitch and eat my teacher if I like. My hat on my head, no need for my sunglasses because anyway I do not have the right to go on foot. Mirror, I admit that I am really beautiful. Yes, I'm proud of myself right now, it changes every time I'm treated as an idiot. As I turn on my own, take easy poses to not hurt myself, when an animal grunt stops me. "You had to be at school at 8:00 am and it's 9:55 am Lisa. Two of your bodyguards are waiting for you in front of the elevator, so leave immediately."
10:20 am I get off the car and look at this huge school in front of me. All school cycles are present and there is no gender, color, social background, majority in this school. A school stuff everything I will say. This is certainly the best way to develop tolerance of students towards others. I enter the yard which is totally empty of the High School part but I stop frightened. "No, do not worry, I'm safe here, it's a school and you're not allowed in." Thank you, they're not following me anymore. These mastiffs do their job very well but with a little too much zeal. It's true I'm in 11th grade and am now almost at the very top of the education food chain. According to this crappy paper, my classroom is on the third floor. Why are there no elevator in these schools? Do they think of students who are exhausted after their long days and have to go down and risk falling because of fatigue? Here it is here. I notice that I do not mind at all, on the contrary, I am surprisingly calm. I have no desire to come here but no longer stress as before at least, I have already progressed. Before I wanted to study but I was stressed. Let's see what kind of teacher is waiting for me! I hit and by chance, a man's voice answers me. When I open the door, the disappointment wins me, a man over 50, bald with a red nose and purple cheeks that is likely to love red wine more than tea is in front of me. The class is also very noisy but it makes sense, a new student makes his entry so it's an event.
The teacher at the head of alcoholic finally speaks to me after a few seconds of embarrassing silence. "Hello, would you be Miss Hanckok?"
Why are you waiting for another new girl in your classroom today? "Hello professor, yes that's right. My name is Lisa Hanckok and I will be a student at this school for 2 weeks."
Do not look at my legs because you do not excite me at all. "Alright, I'm Harry Reed am your math teacher. Introduce yourself to your classmates and sit down here next."
I turn to the students but what I see disappoints me. They have no taste for dressing. Ahhh, I'll give you some advice girls, but you guys with your shabby tracksuits, it's too late. "Hi everyone, my name is Lisa Hanckok and I'll spend a few days with you waiting to recover from an injury. I live in this neighborhood, hence the choice of this school. I hope we will get along well."
Although my presentation is simple, it is well received especially by boys. I go to the place I was assigned and remove my jacket under the whistles of the guys but the teacher speaks to me. "Miss Hanckok, this is, how do you say that, yes it say, no I say, what? We are in a school and although your dress is very beautiful, it is not suitable for this environment. "
I pretend not to understand. "Why? It was offered to me by a young Parisian fashion designer, she is very elaborate and her materials are very good."
fufufu, I see he's looking for a motive. "Miss, I know you work in fashion and in this particular world this dress is perhaps quite common, but here it is a call to crime. Do you understand what I want to say to you?"
I innocently look at my dress, then my teacher. "Do you really think so? I found it elegant for a first day, I'm a little disappointed but will consider your remark for the days to come."
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Sunday, October 23, 2016
8:30am I am currently at home in New York and of course did not shoot for the China AS advertising campaign. Even more embarrassing because I wanted to visit Italy, I can not also participate in the expected fashion show. I will be able to resume the photo shoot and this kind of work that requires little physical effort in two weeks but it will take me a month to fully heal. To heal from what? Exactly, I have not told you yet. After 50 exams asked by Terry, the conclusions of the exhausted doctors, did not change. A very big hematoma at the ankle and two cracked ribs. I'm doing pretty well overall because what I learned once in the hospital, both shocked and moved. The young Filipina model Bianca, who was worried about me, also got hit but did not say anything for to be able to continue working. Unfortunately for her, a broken wrist, does not allow to work freely. So when she started the individual photo shoot series, she had to confess the truth. We exchanged our phone numbers and I know that his morale is good but I blame myself for not noticing her condition that day. My mother allows me to sign up for the driver's license and I will take advantage of the time I am in New York to get it. My next job is only November 12 in France, then Germany and England. The contracts, although not as big as the one with Sony, are more numerous in the West since the agency that bothered me no longer obstructs my career.
Monday October 24th, 2016
Today, I go back to High School, which is near my home. It's in the same school as my sister's. There are children from 3 or 4 years to 18 years old. The children's paradise is waiting for me.
"Ahhh, I do not want to go. I want to stay at home. I am suffering. I'm in pain and I still do not feel good enough to face all these strangers at school."
Oh, I drew the monster out of his lair. "Will you shut up, yes? How old are you Lisa? You will go to school, even if I have to ask your bodyguards to take you there by force. The one who paids them is me. Now, take off that pajamas and dress up."
I make small eyes that express fear and beg. "Mom, I love you so much my mom. Let your Lisa rest her bruised and exhausted body."
No, do not take off my clothes as if I were a little girl. It's humiliating for me, you know. "Naked, wash and dress. By the way Lisa, we'll have to talk about your relationship with Jenna. But now you're going to shower, you stink."
Nothing to discuss about my relationship with Jenna. "We are in love with each other. I'm going to wash but I'm against going to school."
Do not grumble. "Lisa, you become capricious. You have to go, it's like that. When to your love for Jenna, I do not know what to say. I'll talk to your father about it, it's not like you've committed a crime, but be discreet."
Capricious me? No! Fufufu. Operation shower to refresh this body that does not feel the jasmine engaged. I will have to think about changing shampoo, I'm sick of always having the hair that smell of the flowers of the south. Maybe I will have a teacher as sexy as my math teacher in France. If so, as much make him want to the little teacher. So in this school in which we do not have a uniform, what could I put but my jacket. A very tight dress, short black neckline, backless and with laces on the sides will be perfect. I'm forced to go to school and I'm going to play the new student sexy bitch and eat my teacher if I like. My hat on my head, no need for my sunglasses because anyway I do not have the right to go on foot. Mirror, I admit that I am really beautiful. Yes, I'm proud of myself right now, it changes every time I'm treated as an idiot. As I turn on my own, take easy poses to not hurt myself, when an animal grunt stops me. "You had to be at school at 8:00 am and it's 9:55 am Lisa. Two of your bodyguards are waiting for you in front of the elevator, so leave immediately."
10:20 am I get off the car and look at this huge school in front of me. All school cycles are present and there is no gender, color, social background, majority in this school. A school stuff everything I will say. This is certainly the best way to develop tolerance of students towards others. I enter the yard which is totally empty of the High School part but I stop frightened. "No, do not worry, I'm safe here, it's a school and you're not allowed in." Thank you, they're not following me anymore. These mastiffs do their job very well but with a little too much zeal. It's true I'm in 11th grade and am now almost at the very top of the education food chain. According to this crappy paper, my classroom is on the third floor. Why are there no elevator in these schools? Do they think of students who are exhausted after their long days and have to go down and risk falling because of fatigue? Here it is here. I notice that I do not mind at all, on the contrary, I am surprisingly calm. I have no desire to come here but no longer stress as before at least, I have already progressed. Before I wanted to study but I was stressed. Let's see what kind of teacher is waiting for me! I hit and by chance, a man's voice answers me. When I open the door, the disappointment wins me, a man over 50, bald with a red nose and purple cheeks that is likely to love red wine more than tea is in front of me. The class is also very noisy but it makes sense, a new student makes his entry so it's an event.
The teacher at the head of alcoholic finally speaks to me after a few seconds of embarrassing silence. "Hello, would you be Miss Hanckok?"
Why are you waiting for another new girl in your classroom today? "Hello professor, yes that's right. My name is Lisa Hanckok and I will be a student at this school for 2 weeks."
Do not look at my legs because you do not excite me at all. "Alright, I'm Harry Reed am your math teacher. Introduce yourself to your classmates and sit down here next."
I turn to the students but what I see disappoints me. They have no taste for dressing. Ahhh, I'll give you some advice girls, but you guys with your shabby tracksuits, it's too late. "Hi everyone, my name is Lisa Hanckok and I'll spend a few days with you waiting to recover from an injury. I live in this neighborhood, hence the choice of this school. I hope we will get along well."
Although my presentation is simple, it is well received especially by boys. I go to the place I was assigned and remove my jacket under the whistles of the guys but the teacher speaks to me. "Miss Hanckok, this is, how do you say that, yes it say, no I say, what? We are in a school and although your dress is very beautiful, it is not suitable for this environment. "
I pretend not to understand. "Why? It was offered to me by a young Parisian fashion designer, she is very elaborate and her materials are very good."
fufufu, I see he's looking for a motive. "Miss, I know you work in fashion and in this particular world this dress is perhaps quite common, but here it is a call to crime. Do you understand what I want to say to you?"
I innocently look at my dress, then my teacher. "Do you really think so? I found it elegant for a first day, I'm a little disappointed but will consider your remark for the days to come."
Sunday, October 23, 20168:30am I am currently at home in New York and of course did not shoot for the China AS advertising campaign. Even more embarrassing because I wanted to visit Italy, I can not also participate in the expected fashion show. I will be able to resume the photo shoot and this kind of work that requires little physical effort in two weeks but it will take me a month to fully heal. To heal from what? Exactly, I have not told you yet. After 50 exams asked by Terry, the conclusions of the exhausted doctors, did not change. A very big hematoma at the ankle and two cracked ribs. I'm doing pretty well overall because what I learned once in the hospital, both shocked and moved. The young Filipina model Bianca, who was worried about me, also got hit but did not say anything for to be able to continue working. Unfortunately for her, a broken wrist, does not allow to work freely. So when she started the individual photo shoot series, she had to confess the truth. We exchanged our phone numbers and I know that his morale is good but I blame myself for not noticing her condition that day. My mother allows me to sign up for the driver's license and I will take advantage of the time I am in New York to get it. My next job is only November 12 in France, then Germany and England. The contracts, although not as big as the one with Sony, are more numerous in the West since the agency that bothered me no longer obstructs my career.Monday October 24th, 2016Today, I go back to High School, which is near my home. It's in the same school as my sister's. There are children from 3 or 4 years to 18 years old. The children's paradise is waiting for me."Ahhh, I do not want to go. I want to stay at home. I am suffering. I'm in pain and I still do not feel good enough to face all these strangers at school."Oh, I drew the monster out of his lair. "Will you shut up, yes? How old are you Lisa? You will go to school, even if I have to ask your bodyguards to take you there by force. The one who paids them is me. Now, take off that pajamas and dress up."I make small eyes that express fear and beg. "Mom, I love you so much my mom. Let your Lisa rest her bruised and exhausted body."No, do not take off my clothes as if I were a little girl. It's humiliating for me, you know. "Naked, wash and dress. By the way Lisa, we'll have to talk about your relationship with Jenna. But now you're going to shower, you stink."Nothing to discuss about my relationship with Jenna. "We are in love with each other. I'm going to wash but I'm against going to school."Do not grumble. "Lisa, you become capricious. You have to go, it's like that. When to your love for Jenna, I do not know what to say. I'll talk to your father about it, it's not like you've committed a crime, but be discreet."Capricious me? No! Fufufu. Operation shower to refresh this body that does not feel the jasmine engaged. I will have to think about changing shampoo, I'm sick of always having the hair that smell of the flowers of the south. Maybe I will have a teacher as sexy as my math teacher in France. If so, as much make him want to the little teacher. So in this school in which we do not have a uniform, what could I put but my jacket. A very tight dress, short black neckline, backless and with laces on the sides will be perfect. I'm forced to go to school and I'm going to play the new student sexy bitch and eat my teacher if I like. My hat on my head, no need for my sunglasses because anyway I do not have the right to go on foot. Mirror, I admit that I am really beautiful. Yes, I'm proud of myself right now, it changes every time I'm treated as an idiot. As I turn on my own, take easy poses to not hurt myself, when an animal grunt stops me. "You had to be at school at 8:00 am and it's 9:55 am Lisa. Two of your bodyguards are waiting for you in front of the elevator, so leave immediately."10:20 am I get off the car and look at this huge school in front of me. All school cycles are present and there is no gender, color, social background, majority in this school. A school stuff everything I will say. This is certainly the best way to develop tolerance of students towards others. I enter the yard which is totally empty of the High School part but I stop frightened. "No, do not worry, I'm safe here, it's a school and you're not allowed in." Thank you, they're not following me anymore. These mastiffs do their job very well but with a little too much zeal. It's true I'm in 11th grade and am now almost at the very top of the education food chain. According to this crappy paper, my classroom is on the third floor. Why are there no elevator in these schools? Do they think of students who are exhausted after their long days and have to go down and risk falling because of fatigue? Here it is here. I notice that I do not mind at all, on the contrary, I am surprisingly calm. I have no desire to come here but no longer stress as before at least, I have already progressed. Before I wanted to study but I was stressed. Let's see what kind of teacher is waiting for me! I hit and by chance, a man's voice answers me. When I open the door, the disappointment wins me, a man over 50, bald with a red nose and purple cheeks that is likely to love red wine more than tea is in front of me. The class is also very noisy but it makes sense, a new student makes his entry so it's an event.The teacher at the head of alcoholic finally speaks to me after a few seconds of embarrassing silence. "Hello, would you be Miss Hanckok?"Why are you waiting for another new girl in your classroom today? "Hello professor, yes that's right. My name is Lisa Hanckok and I will be a student at this school for 2 weeks."Do not look at my legs because you do not excite me at all. "Alright, I'm Harry Reed am your math teacher. Introduce yourself to your classmates and sit down here next."I turn to the students but what I see disappoints me. They have no taste for dressing. Ahhh, I'll give you some advice girls, but you guys with your shabby tracksuits, it's too late. "Hi everyone, my name is Lisa Hanckok and I'll spend a few days with you waiting to recover from an injury. I live in this neighborhood, hence the choice of this school. I hope we will get along well."Although my presentation is simple, it is well received especially by boys. I go to the place I was assigned and remove my jacket under the whistles of the guys but the teacher speaks to me. "Miss Hanckok, this is, how do you say that, yes it say, no I say, what? We are in a school and although your dress is very beautiful, it is not suitable for this environment. "I pretend not to understand. "Why? It was offered to me by a young Parisian fashion designer, she is very elaborate and her materials are very good."fufufu, I see he's looking for a motive. "Miss, I know you work in fashion and in this particular world this dress is perhaps quite common, but here it is a call to crime. Do you understand what I want to say to you?"I innocently look at my dress, then my teacher. "Do you really think so? I found it elegant for a first day, I'm a little disappointed but will consider your remark for the days to come."
