A silhouette is being drawn in the distance. It's a girl. Her cheeks are coloured with a pale pink because of the fresh wind. Her naked feet are covered by the sand. She is standing in front of the ocean, looking at the line which separates the sky from the water. This view, similar to a negative, will be in her mind forever. She is feeling so frivolous and delicate that if her soul had been able to escape from her body, we probably could have seen a shape, dancing around her, like a will-o'-the-wisp. Suddenly, her friends join her, running joyfully with a music background. When they arrive next to her, they take her hands and lead her into the sea where they lie on the water surface, in the style of a starfish, some next to the others.
Her mum has been calling her for several minutes : “Sweetie, it's time to wake up!”.
A pang of sorrow reminds her the reality; she has to leave her bed and go to school. sitting in the kitchen, having her breakfast, she is thinking of all the friends she has left there, her face is adopting an unusual rictus which was a compromise between bliss and sadness.
Histoire sans intérêt d'une gamine qui a du mal à supporter sa routine...
Her mum has been calling her for several minutes : “Sweetie, it's time to wake up!”.
A pang of sorrow reminds her the reality; she has to leave her bed and go to school. sitting in the kitchen, having her breakfast, she is thinking of all the friends she has left there, her face is adopting an unusual rictus which was a compromise between bliss and sadness.
Histoire sans intérêt d'une gamine qui a du mal à supporter sa routine...
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