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SHORT STORIES

by Sylvie McEachern

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« Huh pretty ? I’m a 100% sure she’s not as pretty as me » I answered to her.
“Poor little girl, let's find her,” said Jill. We went around the school several times before we found her in the bathroom. She had a beautiful face but as i said not as pretty as mine. We walked to her to introduce ourselves :
“Hi I’m Marie and here are Eva and Jill”, she looked scared, let’s laugh a little…
“I heard that you lost your dad recently, it must be really horrible ! Do you want to talk about it ?” I said with a smirk. She answered with a little shy voice:
“Thank you and also nice to meet you, it’s very kind of you to care about me but…” I cut her off by telling her “Oh I don’t care sorry, If you need help, ask your last remaining parent to make an appointment with a psychologist, that’s not my job”. After I said that, I saw in her look sadness and hatred. What an exciting feeling. “You’re not pretty but at least you’re funny”. And now the best part, her tears flowed. “Oww I’m so sorry I hurt you, that was not my aim at all” It was, and thanks to that little dialogue i’m pretty sure she understood to whom she was speaking to. We left the bathroom with her crying inside, several students heard crying from the bathroom and walked in the direction of the bathroom, we looked at them with a frightening stare so they understood and let her cry in her corner. It continued like that for several weeks but then one day, I was in chemistry class and the principal called me to the speaker to come and see him in his office. I left the class and walked to his office and when I entered the room, my dad was there and stood up when he saw me. I didn’t understand what was going on, why dad was there, why they asked me to come. First of all I thought that they were going to talk to me about the new girl and what I had said to her, but both of them looked really sad and dad was about to cry. 
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« Huh pretty ? I’m a 100% sure she’s not as pretty as me » I answered to her.
“Poor little girl, let's find her,” said Jill. We went around the school several times before we found her in the bathroom. She had a beautiful face but as i said not as pretty as mine. We walked to her to introduce ourselves :
“Hi I’m Marie and here are Eva and Jill”, she looked scared, let’s laugh a little…
“I heard that you lost your dad recently, it must be really horrible ! Do you want to talk about it ?” I said with a smirk. She answered with a little shy voice:
“Thank you and also nice to meet you, it’s very kind of you to care about me but…” I cut her off by telling her “Oh I don’t care sorry, If you need help, ask your last remaining parent to make an appointment with a psychologist, that’s not my job”. After I said that, I saw in her look sadness and hatred. What an exciting feeling. “You’re not pretty but at least you’re funny”. And now the best part, her tears flowed. “Oww I’m so sorry I hurt you, that was not my aim at all” It was, and thanks to that little dialogue i’m pretty sure she understood to whom she was speaking to. We left the bathroom with her crying inside, several students heard crying from the bathroom and walked in the direction of the bathroom, we looked at them with a frightening stare so they understood and let her cry in her corner. It continued like that for several weeks but then one day, I was in chemistry class and the principal called me to the speaker to come and see him in his office. I left the class and walked to his office and when I entered the room, my dad was there and stood up when he saw me. I didn’t understand what was going on, why dad was there, why they asked me to come. First of all I thought that they were going to talk to me about the new girl and what I had said to her, but both of them looked really sad and dad was about to cry.