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First of all, for the sake of form. As previously stated in the general discussion forum : (viewtopic.php?t=4248&sid=c38d192844af83 ... 87733ffe1a)
I don't speak your language but I still wanted to share this story. the original text is French and will be available at the link above. I had initially planned to use an AI to convert the original into correct English but I didn't like the result. I'm giving you the Google translate version here. If anyone is inclined to correct Google's errors, I will be happy to do so.
Basically, the story is intended to be a classic story, punctuated with EUF and ENF. But as I said, it will be ENF serving a story and not a story serving the ENF. It is made up of many chapters and if I find a readership, I promise to go to the epilogue.
I wish a good reading to all those who will do me the honor of reading me.
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Red and Blue, Chapter 1
English version by Google translate:
1. Four thousand five hundred.
The air, heavy with the smell of wet earth, made the leaves rustle in the park, as if the trees themselves were whispering secrets in the night. She was like a wisp of smoke drifting through the night. A small figure, barely more than that of a child, trailing a heavy suitcase on wheels in its wake. The young girl was determined as she passed under the large arch which marked the entrance to the university, then intimidated by the grandeur of the grounds and finally terrified as she advanced, step by step, in the cool night of the first Saturday of September.
She was alone. The others were already there or not yet, she couldn't tell. She moved forward, ruminating in the darkness on the events that had brought her here, at this moment. The drama first, then the specialists, and finally “the Man”. She didn't know his name, her father had never told her, and she had never asked him. Now she found herself an idiot, here, in this place she didn't deserve, financed by someone she didn't know.
She was immersed in this idea when she arrived in front of the impressive 5-story building which stood at the end of the main avenue. She thought, looking at the heavy door, that in all her life she would never earn enough money to afford such a thing. The ridiculousness of this silent remark made her smile, and the fear disappeared for a short moment…. Until she put her hand on the handle and the voices coming from inside brought her back to her anxiety.
It had taken her 2 long years to recover, at least partially, but she was there.
After all, maybe she deserved her place here after all.
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26 months ago
The Aiken family, proud Americans but nevertheless descendants of immigrants. Laura's grandparents, with the exception of her maternal grandmother, were all from the highlands, in Scotland. She had not escaped red hair, like her older sister. Barely a year separated the two young girls and yet they could not have been more different.
Nina, at 17 years old, was the symbol of superficiality while Laura, the youngest, filled out her library card as quickly as her sister filled out her phone book.
And then there was the morning of July 17. His father drove and his mother guided him. What is 15 minutes in a life? A very short fifteen minute drive to Willisburg, in other words nothing at all. They had left late because of her, because she wanted to read on the road. “I only have a minute, Mom,” she said in a sing-song voice, returning to pick up her book abandoned on the sofa. “The Grapes of Wrath” was obviously not her age, but no matter, she loved Steinbeck.
But from that day on, she would be forever haunted by an idea, no matter what the experts said.
“If I hadn’t been hanging around, this truck would never have hit us”
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Over the course of the two years that followed, many events followed one another and the path they had traced for her had led her here, to Europe. A first airport, then a second. She would be 18 years old at the very least so she had benefited from a transport tutoring which had accompanied her in the air and on the roads to the great grid of Sankt Stephan, where she would study for her next four years.
But, beyond the gates, she was alone in the night. Trusting her senses, she could have sworn it had rained. But every detail captured in the cool of the evening disappeared when she pushed open the heavy door and saw a number of young girls chatting loudly in the entrance hall.
And suddenly silence, and looks. She was in the arena and she was neither the gladiator nor the lion.
“I am the meal”
Laura walked through the crowd, shoulders and head bowed, until she reached the grand stone staircase at the end of the hall. To numb her fear, she mulled over the contents of the letter like a mantra. “Building B, fourth floor, room 42… Building B, fourth floor, room 42… Building B, fourth floor, room 42…”. And she climbed the steps to the 4th floor, and saw door 48 right in front of her. “Great, I came up on the wrong side… that promises.” Then she moved forward, letting the doors pass one by one until she reached the last one on the left, an ordinary white door decorated with a pretty gold 42 nailed at eye level.
“4500 miles… Why me? Why so far? »
Her father had told her that this “Man” would take care of her, that she should always listen to him, and “He” had decided to send her here for four years.
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Chapter 2, preview :
2. Blue
Laura heard music. Whoever was behind that door had taste, “Creep” by Radiohead, music she had been enjoying lately. Even more, she felt it. The young redhead knocked on the door to announce herself, once, then twice.
“No answer…great…but the music isn’t that loud…” She said to herself, losing the little composure she had left.
The letter that had been sent to him contained several things, a booklet of around sixty pages to learn almost by heart. It contained all the rules, from the most obvious to the most absurd, that she should respect. Two months to learn 60 pages of regulations, they had good ones... With this object was his room number, where to find it, and how to open it. A magnetic card and a four-digit code. To believe that she would live in a safe.
She took out her card and swiped it over the NFC sensor to the right of the door, before entering this code that was so easy for her to remember.
“1…6…1…0…there you go, unlocked. » she said to herself. She opened the door and entered the room where a girl was already occupying. A teenage girl with a unique look for the place, who didn't even raise an eyebrow as Laura took a few steps into the room.
1. Four thousand five hundred.
The air, heavy with the smell of wet earth, made the leaves rustle in the park, as if the trees themselves were whispering secrets in the night. She was like a wisp of smoke drifting through the night. A small figure, barely more than that of a child, trailing a heavy suitcase on wheels in its wake. The young girl was determined as she passed under the large arch which marked the entrance to the university, then intimidated by the grandeur of the grounds and finally terrified as she advanced, step by step, in the cool night of the first Saturday of September.
She was alone. The others were already there or not yet, she couldn't tell. She moved forward, ruminating in the darkness on the events that had brought her here, at this moment. The drama first, then the specialists, and finally “the Man”. She didn't know his name, her father had never told her, and she had never asked him. Now she found herself an idiot, here, in this place she didn't deserve, financed by someone she didn't know.
She was immersed in this idea when she arrived in front of the impressive 5-story building which stood at the end of the main avenue. She thought, looking at the heavy door, that in all her life she would never earn enough money to afford such a thing. The ridiculousness of this silent remark made her smile, and the fear disappeared for a short moment…. Until she put her hand on the handle and the voices coming from inside brought her back to her anxiety.
It had taken her 2 long years to recover, at least partially, but she was there.
After all, maybe she deserved her place here after all.
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26 months ago
The Aiken family, proud Americans but nevertheless descendants of immigrants. Laura's grandparents, with the exception of her maternal grandmother, were all from the highlands, in Scotland. She had not escaped red hair, like her older sister. Barely a year separated the two young girls and yet they could not have been more different.
Nina, at 17 years old, was the symbol of superficiality while Laura, the youngest, filled out her library card as quickly as her sister filled out her phone book.
And then there was the morning of July 17. His father drove and his mother guided him. What is 15 minutes in a life? A very short fifteen minute drive to Willisburg, in other words nothing at all. They had left late because of her, because she wanted to read on the road. “I only have a minute, Mom,” she said in a sing-song voice, returning to pick up her book abandoned on the sofa. “The Grapes of Wrath” was obviously not her age, but no matter, she loved Steinbeck.
But from that day on, she would be forever haunted by an idea, no matter what the experts said.
“If I hadn’t been hanging around, this truck would never have hit us”
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Over the course of the two years that followed, many events followed one another and the path they had traced for her had led her here, to Europe. A first airport, then a second. She would be 18 years old at the very least so she had benefited from a transport tutoring which had accompanied her in the air and on the roads to the great grid of Sankt Stephan, where she would study for her next four years.
But, beyond the gates, she was alone in the night. Trusting her senses, she could have sworn it had rained. But every detail captured in the cool of the evening disappeared when she pushed open the heavy door and saw a number of young girls chatting loudly in the entrance hall.
And suddenly silence, and looks. She was in the arena and she was neither the gladiator nor the lion.
“I am the meal”
Laura walked through the crowd, shoulders and head bowed, until she reached the grand stone staircase at the end of the hall. To numb her fear, she mulled over the contents of the letter like a mantra. “Building B, fourth floor, room 42… Building B, fourth floor, room 42… Building B, fourth floor, room 42…”. And she climbed the steps to the 4th floor, and saw door 48 right in front of her. “Great, I came up on the wrong side… that promises.” Then she moved forward, letting the doors pass one by one until she reached the last one on the left, an ordinary white door decorated with a pretty gold 42 nailed at eye level.
“4500 miles… Why me? Why so far? »
Her father had told her that this “Man” would take care of her, that she should always listen to him, and “He” had decided to send her here for four years.
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Chapter 2, preview :
2. Blue
Laura heard music. Whoever was behind that door had taste, “Creep” by Radiohead, music she had been enjoying lately. Even more, she felt it. The young redhead knocked on the door to announce herself, once, then twice.
“No answer…great…but the music isn’t that loud…” She said to herself, losing the little composure she had left.
The letter that had been sent to him contained several things, a booklet of around sixty pages to learn almost by heart. It contained all the rules, from the most obvious to the most absurd, that she should respect. Two months to learn 60 pages of regulations, they had good ones... With this object was his room number, where to find it, and how to open it. A magnetic card and a four-digit code. To believe that she would live in a safe.
She took out her card and swiped it over the NFC sensor to the right of the door, before entering this code that was so easy for her to remember.
“1…6…1…0…there you go, unlocked. » she said to herself. She opened the door and entered the room where a girl was already occupying. A teenage girl with a unique look for the place, who didn't even raise an eyebrow as Laura took a few steps into the room.
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Thanks a lot for the thanks. And thank you to everyone who read this beginning of the story. The next chapter is being finalized, I hope you like it.
Do not hesitate to react.
PS: I couldn't find where the button was to thank other authors' stories.
Do not hesitate to react.
PS: I couldn't find where the button was to thank other authors' stories.
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2. Blue
Laura heard music. Whoever was behind that door had taste, “Creep” by Radiohead, music she had been enjoying lately. Even more, she smelt it. The young redhead knocked on the door to announce herself, once, then twice.
«No answer…great…but the music isn’t that loud... » She said to herself, losing the little composure she had left.
The letter that had been sent to him contained several things, a booklet of around sixty pages to learn almost by heart. It contained all the rules, from the most obvious to the most absurd, that she should respect. Two months to learn 60 pages of regulations, they had good ones... With this object was his room number, where to find it, and how to open it. A magnetic card and a four-digit code. To believe that she would live in a safe.
She took out her card and swiped it over the NFC sensor to the right of the door, before entering this code that was so easy for her to remember.
« 1…6…1…0…there you go, unlocked.» she said to herself. She opened the door and entered the room where a girl was already occupying. A teenage girl with a unique look for the place, who didn't even raise an eyebrow as Laura took a few steps into the room.
A teenage girl with azure hair was sunk in a comfortable office chair. The girl seemed to be paying all her attention to the book she held in her hands. Whether or not the stranger had heard Laura enter, in either case she showed nothing.
Laura shyly cleared her throat and tried to make contact.
« euh… hum… hey?” »
The teenager suspended her reading and finally gave the new arrival a look. His expressionless face showed nothing.
Suspended in the moment, Laura detailed her interlocutor. Jeans and a tied white shirt, long hypnotic blue hair and his eyes... Piercing, deep, a look to judge and condemn you but eyes that gave off an impressive magnetism. The girl looked both haughty and charismatic, and suddenly Laura found the perfect word: Altière.
« I'm Primerose, but it's only my parents and people I don't like who call me that, the others call me Prim. You must be Laura, where did you come from, Discount Girl? » The young girl unfolded in a slightly condescending tone.
Indeed, Prim was not wrong, the redhead mainly owned clothes from supermarkets or low-cost stores. Conversely, there was not a single item of clothing on Prim that did not bear a logo from various brands known for their prohibitive prices. “And she smells like Dior,” the American found herself noticing.
« You don’t have to be rude. » Laura replied in a dry tone she didn’t know she was capable of, « and I…”arrived”…from Springfield, USA. »
Springfield... it had been less than 24 hours and yet it seemed so far away...
Moi à Springfield, Massachusetts La vie coulait comme de l'eau…. Prim whistled and continued her song for a while… [ Un matin j'ai pris perpète…En ouvrant la radio « Carol Fredericks! » She exclaimed at the end of the verse.
Laura obviously knew this casual group. The American Carol Fredericks, the English Mickael Jones and the French Jean-Jacques Goldman. Yeah, Prim has good taste
« Yeah I know thank you but no, it’s not the one from Massachusetts… nor the one from the Simpsons…» Laura listed wearily.
“Her” Springfield was modest but she enjoyed living there.
«So, “Springfield”, where are you from anyway? » added the wealthy teenager insolently, emphasizing the name of the city.
Laura gritted her teeth for a few seconds, she feared that the one with whom she would share her room would be nothing more than a mean, spoiled child bitch.
« Kentucky. And don’t feel like you have to use the name of my city like it’s an insult. » The young girl grew impatient.
Prime was almost there. She knew it just by looking at the redhead's cheeks. Come on... A little more...
« Well then my chick, are you angry? » added Prim in an even more mocking tone.
This time it was too much for Laura. She let out all the pressure she had been holding until then.
« IT’S NOT ONLY KFC AT MY HOUSE!” » yelled Laura, who was seriously losing her patience, before realizing that she was giving her interlocutor exactly what she wanted.
« “Sorry to upset me Prim, but it must be said that you provoke me. Maybe we can stop this little game and the unpleasant nicknames, don't you think? » She added to her previous statement.
Laura looked at Prim. For a second she thought she had restored fairness, but that was without taking into account the devious side of the European.
« Maybe. But I didn’t allow you to call me Prim, it’s Primerose for you.» the azure-haired girl said in a provocative tone. « Given your hair, I’m going to call you Red. Ok for you, “Springfield“? »
This was the opportunity Laura was waiting for to defuse the situation.
« Okay for me, if I can call you Blue » laughed Laura.
« Surely not. » concludes “Blue“ with a seriousness that barely concealed his smirk.
Laura seized this great opportunity to upset the balance of forces, she immediately regretted it.
« And may thé odds... » Laura began, but the ax fell before she finished. She had pushed her luck too hard.
« I advise you not to finish this sentence if you hope to see the sun rise again. » asserted Prim, in a severe tone that left no room for doubt or debate. It was a taboo subject.
Laura heard music. Whoever was behind that door had taste, “Creep” by Radiohead, music she had been enjoying lately. Even more, she smelt it. The young redhead knocked on the door to announce herself, once, then twice.
«No answer…great…but the music isn’t that loud... » She said to herself, losing the little composure she had left.
The letter that had been sent to him contained several things, a booklet of around sixty pages to learn almost by heart. It contained all the rules, from the most obvious to the most absurd, that she should respect. Two months to learn 60 pages of regulations, they had good ones... With this object was his room number, where to find it, and how to open it. A magnetic card and a four-digit code. To believe that she would live in a safe.
She took out her card and swiped it over the NFC sensor to the right of the door, before entering this code that was so easy for her to remember.
« 1…6…1…0…there you go, unlocked.» she said to herself. She opened the door and entered the room where a girl was already occupying. A teenage girl with a unique look for the place, who didn't even raise an eyebrow as Laura took a few steps into the room.
A teenage girl with azure hair was sunk in a comfortable office chair. The girl seemed to be paying all her attention to the book she held in her hands. Whether or not the stranger had heard Laura enter, in either case she showed nothing.
Laura shyly cleared her throat and tried to make contact.
« euh… hum… hey?” »
The teenager suspended her reading and finally gave the new arrival a look. His expressionless face showed nothing.
Suspended in the moment, Laura detailed her interlocutor. Jeans and a tied white shirt, long hypnotic blue hair and his eyes... Piercing, deep, a look to judge and condemn you but eyes that gave off an impressive magnetism. The girl looked both haughty and charismatic, and suddenly Laura found the perfect word: Altière.
« I'm Primerose, but it's only my parents and people I don't like who call me that, the others call me Prim. You must be Laura, where did you come from, Discount Girl? » The young girl unfolded in a slightly condescending tone.
Indeed, Prim was not wrong, the redhead mainly owned clothes from supermarkets or low-cost stores. Conversely, there was not a single item of clothing on Prim that did not bear a logo from various brands known for their prohibitive prices. “And she smells like Dior,” the American found herself noticing.
« You don’t have to be rude. » Laura replied in a dry tone she didn’t know she was capable of, « and I…”arrived”…from Springfield, USA. »
Springfield... it had been less than 24 hours and yet it seemed so far away...
Moi à Springfield, Massachusetts La vie coulait comme de l'eau…. Prim whistled and continued her song for a while… [ Un matin j'ai pris perpète…En ouvrant la radio « Carol Fredericks! » She exclaimed at the end of the verse.
Laura obviously knew this casual group. The American Carol Fredericks, the English Mickael Jones and the French Jean-Jacques Goldman. Yeah, Prim has good taste
« Yeah I know thank you but no, it’s not the one from Massachusetts… nor the one from the Simpsons…» Laura listed wearily.
“Her” Springfield was modest but she enjoyed living there.
«So, “Springfield”, where are you from anyway? » added the wealthy teenager insolently, emphasizing the name of the city.
Laura gritted her teeth for a few seconds, she feared that the one with whom she would share her room would be nothing more than a mean, spoiled child bitch.
« Kentucky. And don’t feel like you have to use the name of my city like it’s an insult. » The young girl grew impatient.
Prime was almost there. She knew it just by looking at the redhead's cheeks. Come on... A little more...
« Well then my chick, are you angry? » added Prim in an even more mocking tone.
This time it was too much for Laura. She let out all the pressure she had been holding until then.
« IT’S NOT ONLY KFC AT MY HOUSE!” » yelled Laura, who was seriously losing her patience, before realizing that she was giving her interlocutor exactly what she wanted.
« “Sorry to upset me Prim, but it must be said that you provoke me. Maybe we can stop this little game and the unpleasant nicknames, don't you think? » She added to her previous statement.
Laura looked at Prim. For a second she thought she had restored fairness, but that was without taking into account the devious side of the European.
« Maybe. But I didn’t allow you to call me Prim, it’s Primerose for you.» the azure-haired girl said in a provocative tone. « Given your hair, I’m going to call you Red. Ok for you, “Springfield“? »
This was the opportunity Laura was waiting for to defuse the situation.
« Okay for me, if I can call you Blue » laughed Laura.
« Surely not. » concludes “Blue“ with a seriousness that barely concealed his smirk.
Laura seized this great opportunity to upset the balance of forces, she immediately regretted it.
« And may thé odds... » Laura began, but the ax fell before she finished. She had pushed her luck too hard.
« I advise you not to finish this sentence if you hope to see the sun rise again. » asserted Prim, in a severe tone that left no room for doubt or debate. It was a taboo subject.
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Red and Blue times, Teaser Chapter 3
Teaser
Chapitre 3. Pour une heure ou deux.
Quand l'une a besoin de l'autre, l'autre doit faire un choix difficile
Chapitre 3. Pour une heure ou deux.
Quand l'une a besoin de l'autre, l'autre doit faire un choix difficile
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Re: Red and Blue times
Hello
The third part is for today normally.
Can anyone tell me whether or not the Google translate version delivered here is translated well enough to be pleasant to read for real English speakers?
Now that the characters are introduced, I'd like to get it right.
If the final rendering is truly horrible to read, I'd rather know.
Thanks in advance
The third part is for today normally.
Can anyone tell me whether or not the Google translate version delivered here is translated well enough to be pleasant to read for real English speakers?
Now that the characters are introduced, I'd like to get it right.
If the final rendering is truly horrible to read, I'd rather know.
Thanks in advance
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Re: Red and Blue times
The translations have been pretty good. Maybe a holdover for words or phrases that don't translate over properly, but all readable.
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Thank you for thé feedback
There will be a little delay for the rest, because the embarrassment will begin in this third chapter, and I prefer to make sure that it is not a shoddy job
There will be a little delay for the rest, because the embarrassment will begin in this third chapter, and I prefer to make sure that it is not a shoddy job
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Red and Blue times - Chap. 3
Chapter three. Just two hours. (VF)
The first weeks passed and Laura had a hard time adjusting to her new environment and Prim, who shared her room and most of her classes, did nothing to help her feel better.
The rules of the establishment were strict.
No phone.
But at the same time, who would she have called?
Access to regulated public computers, and without internet.
But after all, here seemed to be one of the largest university libraries in Europe; So what ?
Despite community life, Laura felt alone. But the level of this school lived up to his wildest dreams. The redhead was very intelligent, with enormous creative potential according to the specialists she had seen. And there had been many of them.
Community life, in fact, posed more problems than it provided solutions. She often felt like people were whispering among themselves as she passed or, worse yet, that conversations suddenly stopped when she entered a room. Not always of course, but often enough to be depressing. And there was Prim. Prim who never stopped annoying her and with whom she had to share her room. Prim and her damn habit of calling him “Springfield” like it was his name.
Early one Saturday afternoon, Laura wandered around the building which hosted several non-sporting extracurricular activities. The American had finished her hour of drawing and was heading towards the stairs which led to the lower floors and therefore to the exit.
Lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice Prim rushing in from her right. She didn't immediately notice her roommate's state of clothing. All she saw was his face frozen between anger and panic around which his azure hair fell and his eyes...
« THESE eyes… » Laura lingered to think. « These eyes that each time melt all the anger that she loves to create in me »
But this time it was different, it was as if Primerose was after someone else, and that had never happened before that day. Literally, never.
Prim grabbed Laura by the arm and hurried her to the nearest toilet, ushering her inside and locking the door behind them.
« Look what that pizza-eating bastard did to me!” » Prim exclaimed, pointing to her outfit.
And Laura understood. Her interlocutor had suffered a savage attack of paint which had ruined her skirt as well as her blouse, both of which were overpriced, obviously. An indelicate student, probably of Italian origin given the insult used, attacked her and sprayed her with paint. In addition to washing away the insult, Prim should wash her clothes Laura said ironically in her head, before being interrupted by the living abstract work.
« Good listening. » the young girl began in a dry tone. « I know I haven’t always been very nice to you, but now I really need help. I have an appointment with Professor Offeneim in fifteen minutes and I can't go like this! And I would never have time to go get clean clothes, our building is too far away. »
Laura listened, but didn't know what to say or how to react. So she just waited for the rest, rightly thinking it wasn't over.
« I don’t really know how to ask you this but I SURE need your help and I’m not going to beat around the bush: lend me your clothes, I’m begging you. »
Wait... she wanted... MY CLOTHES? But in the middle of class! In the middle of the day! She had gone crazy??{/i]
But Prim was using her most powerful weapon, in Laura's view. His blue eyes, his deep gaze, so Laura found herself hesitating. The European felt a gap into which to rush.
« Well, Springfield, I realize that you are under no obligation to help me and if you refuse I won’t blame you. But think carefully: did you want a friend? you have the opportunity to make one. On the other hand, if you don't help me, I can't promise you that I would want to become one one day. » Prim finally added, driving the nail from the tip to the head.
Just by looking at Laura, Prim knew instantly that the redhead had flipped. The latter had gone from the frightened look which expressed her fear of being forced to the look worried about the risks she ran in lending her clothes.
« O…O…Okay… » Laura stuttered in a trembling voice.
« Wonderful ! » exclaimed Primerose, with a smile that she had never displayed until today. « Don’t worry, I only need it for the duration of the interview with old Offen’. In an hour, two at the most, I'll bring you everything. I might be a little tight in the chest area but the difference shouldn't be enough for me to rip it out. »
Laura would have preferred not to hear this comment as she let her jacket slide off her shoulders before placing it on the edge.
« Are you… sure the door is locked ? » asked the young girl, loosening her tie and shyly unbuttoning her shirt.
« Yes don’tt worry. » Prim affirmed with a confidence that is not difficult to maintain when you are the only one of the two teenagers to be fully dressed.
The shirt and tie joined the jacket on the edge of the sink and Laura paused for a long time, dreading what would happen next.
« Sorry Springfield, I'm also going to need...this." » she said, pointing to the skirt which still surrounded Laura's waist.
Laura knew all along that she would have to remove it, yet in her heart she hoped that divine intervention or a whim of the universe would spare her from this. The paint magically disappearing from Prim's skirt, for example? But no, nothing happened, that day the universe was lazy, or cruel. So {i]Red did what Blue expected of her: she dropped her skirt to the floor and picked it up to complete the pile on the edge of the sink.
« Great, can you go to a cabin for a moment so I can change in peace now? It’s not because you undressed in front of me that I particularly want to do the same if I can avoid it, you understand? » hit Prim with authority. What could Laura have said anyway? Demanding to see the European in underwear out of fairness? Thinking about it, the redhead felt stupid, nothing would have stopped her from going to change in a cabin, too, and her stupidity gave her no right to ask Prim to expose herself.
Expose... Now that she thought about it, Laura had expose herself, of her own accord, by undressing in front of her classmate. But her desire to have her as a friend, her almost hypnotic eyes, once she said to herself "I'll do it", Laura had lost her ability to think. She had acted, without even thinking about what she was doing. Something she would never have done before. But something had changed, she just didn't know what.
When she thought about it, she realized that the idea of going to a cabin, in addition to not seeing Prim, would allow her to no longer be visible herself! When she realized this, she rushed to the stall farthest from the door and locked herself there, wearing nothing more than her panties and bra.
She heard Prim changing, a lock being undone, a door opening.
« Thank you Springfield. I would owe it to you. » Prim concluded before leaving, slamming the door behind her. The lock ! The redhead was definitely making a series of blunders. She got out of her stall, locked the bathroom door, and looked around for Prim's paint-stained things, just to cover herself a little.
Nothing… and shit….
Laura was left with only her underwear, and the promise that she would see the rest of her clothes again in an hour or two. A promise made by a girl who had never sent him the slightest sign of sympathy.
Oh my God... what have I done... Laura thought to herself for the next two hours.
She went and sat down on a basin, and when two hours became four, Laura Skye Aiken covered the tiles of the cold little room with her tears.
The first weeks passed and Laura had a hard time adjusting to her new environment and Prim, who shared her room and most of her classes, did nothing to help her feel better.
The rules of the establishment were strict.
No phone.
But at the same time, who would she have called?
Access to regulated public computers, and without internet.
But after all, here seemed to be one of the largest university libraries in Europe; So what ?
Despite community life, Laura felt alone. But the level of this school lived up to his wildest dreams. The redhead was very intelligent, with enormous creative potential according to the specialists she had seen. And there had been many of them.
Community life, in fact, posed more problems than it provided solutions. She often felt like people were whispering among themselves as she passed or, worse yet, that conversations suddenly stopped when she entered a room. Not always of course, but often enough to be depressing. And there was Prim. Prim who never stopped annoying her and with whom she had to share her room. Prim and her damn habit of calling him “Springfield” like it was his name.
Early one Saturday afternoon, Laura wandered around the building which hosted several non-sporting extracurricular activities. The American had finished her hour of drawing and was heading towards the stairs which led to the lower floors and therefore to the exit.
Lost in her thoughts she didn't even notice Prim rushing in from her right. She didn't immediately notice her roommate's state of clothing. All she saw was his face frozen between anger and panic around which his azure hair fell and his eyes...
« THESE eyes… » Laura lingered to think. « These eyes that each time melt all the anger that she loves to create in me »
But this time it was different, it was as if Primerose was after someone else, and that had never happened before that day. Literally, never.
Prim grabbed Laura by the arm and hurried her to the nearest toilet, ushering her inside and locking the door behind them.
« Look what that pizza-eating bastard did to me!” » Prim exclaimed, pointing to her outfit.
And Laura understood. Her interlocutor had suffered a savage attack of paint which had ruined her skirt as well as her blouse, both of which were overpriced, obviously. An indelicate student, probably of Italian origin given the insult used, attacked her and sprayed her with paint. In addition to washing away the insult, Prim should wash her clothes Laura said ironically in her head, before being interrupted by the living abstract work.
« Good listening. » the young girl began in a dry tone. « I know I haven’t always been very nice to you, but now I really need help. I have an appointment with Professor Offeneim in fifteen minutes and I can't go like this! And I would never have time to go get clean clothes, our building is too far away. »
Laura listened, but didn't know what to say or how to react. So she just waited for the rest, rightly thinking it wasn't over.
« I don’t really know how to ask you this but I SURE need your help and I’m not going to beat around the bush: lend me your clothes, I’m begging you. »
Wait... she wanted... MY CLOTHES? But in the middle of class! In the middle of the day! She had gone crazy??{/i]
But Prim was using her most powerful weapon, in Laura's view. His blue eyes, his deep gaze, so Laura found herself hesitating. The European felt a gap into which to rush.
« Well, Springfield, I realize that you are under no obligation to help me and if you refuse I won’t blame you. But think carefully: did you want a friend? you have the opportunity to make one. On the other hand, if you don't help me, I can't promise you that I would want to become one one day. » Prim finally added, driving the nail from the tip to the head.
Just by looking at Laura, Prim knew instantly that the redhead had flipped. The latter had gone from the frightened look which expressed her fear of being forced to the look worried about the risks she ran in lending her clothes.
« O…O…Okay… » Laura stuttered in a trembling voice.
« Wonderful ! » exclaimed Primerose, with a smile that she had never displayed until today. « Don’t worry, I only need it for the duration of the interview with old Offen’. In an hour, two at the most, I'll bring you everything. I might be a little tight in the chest area but the difference shouldn't be enough for me to rip it out. »
Laura would have preferred not to hear this comment as she let her jacket slide off her shoulders before placing it on the edge.
« Are you… sure the door is locked ? » asked the young girl, loosening her tie and shyly unbuttoning her shirt.
« Yes don’tt worry. » Prim affirmed with a confidence that is not difficult to maintain when you are the only one of the two teenagers to be fully dressed.
The shirt and tie joined the jacket on the edge of the sink and Laura paused for a long time, dreading what would happen next.
« Sorry Springfield, I'm also going to need...this." » she said, pointing to the skirt which still surrounded Laura's waist.
Laura knew all along that she would have to remove it, yet in her heart she hoped that divine intervention or a whim of the universe would spare her from this. The paint magically disappearing from Prim's skirt, for example? But no, nothing happened, that day the universe was lazy, or cruel. So {i]Red did what Blue expected of her: she dropped her skirt to the floor and picked it up to complete the pile on the edge of the sink.
« Great, can you go to a cabin for a moment so I can change in peace now? It’s not because you undressed in front of me that I particularly want to do the same if I can avoid it, you understand? » hit Prim with authority. What could Laura have said anyway? Demanding to see the European in underwear out of fairness? Thinking about it, the redhead felt stupid, nothing would have stopped her from going to change in a cabin, too, and her stupidity gave her no right to ask Prim to expose herself.
Expose... Now that she thought about it, Laura had expose herself, of her own accord, by undressing in front of her classmate. But her desire to have her as a friend, her almost hypnotic eyes, once she said to herself "I'll do it", Laura had lost her ability to think. She had acted, without even thinking about what she was doing. Something she would never have done before. But something had changed, she just didn't know what.
When she thought about it, she realized that the idea of going to a cabin, in addition to not seeing Prim, would allow her to no longer be visible herself! When she realized this, she rushed to the stall farthest from the door and locked herself there, wearing nothing more than her panties and bra.
She heard Prim changing, a lock being undone, a door opening.
« Thank you Springfield. I would owe it to you. » Prim concluded before leaving, slamming the door behind her. The lock ! The redhead was definitely making a series of blunders. She got out of her stall, locked the bathroom door, and looked around for Prim's paint-stained things, just to cover herself a little.
Nothing… and shit….
Laura was left with only her underwear, and the promise that she would see the rest of her clothes again in an hour or two. A promise made by a girl who had never sent him the slightest sign of sympathy.
Oh my God... what have I done... Laura thought to herself for the next two hours.
She went and sat down on a basin, and when two hours became four, Laura Skye Aiken covered the tiles of the cold little room with her tears.
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