I am going traveling tomorrow. For one week.
I don't where yet, but I'll decide tonight.
Maybe you are wondering why I have taken this decision all of a sudden. But it's not all of a sudden.
I am tired. It's fall now, the tree outside my window is yellow, orange and red and things are not better.
In fact I think they have gotten worse.
Quentin.
He is a boy. I don't know how old he is, but I don't think he is that much older than I am, maybe a little. He is definitely taller though.
His parents own the cafe under my house and I go there a lot (but you knew that already).
Well, anyways he has made my days very difficult. He used to be scared of cats so I never got more than a couple of dirty looks when I was with Zouzi.
Now:
He puts his foot out, and last week I took quite a fall.
He pulls the chair from under me.
He puts leaves in my hair (which I only notice when I get home).
Yesterday was the last straw. He put Tabasco in my chocolat chaud.
I dont know what I have done to make him so upset at the sight of me. I haven't exchanged one word with him. He just seems to be very entertained at the thought of watching me get hurt. He has been doing this for the past month and I jut don't think I can take anymore. I said to him:
"Please Quentin, leave me alone, I never bother you, why do you have to bother me?"
But he didn't even care, he just raises an eyebrow at me.
So I am tired of Quentin, I am tired of my room, I am tired of my chair next to the window, and I am tired of the yellow, orange and red tree outside of it.
Ill write to you soon from where ever I end up.
I don't where yet, but I'll decide tonight.
Maybe you are wondering why I have taken this decision all of a sudden. But it's not all of a sudden.
I am tired. It's fall now, the tree outside my window is yellow, orange and red and things are not better.
In fact I think they have gotten worse.
Quentin.
He is a boy. I don't know how old he is, but I don't think he is that much older than I am, maybe a little. He is definitely taller though.
His parents own the cafe under my house and I go there a lot (but you knew that already).
Well, anyways he has made my days very difficult. He used to be scared of cats so I never got more than a couple of dirty looks when I was with Zouzi.
Now:
He puts his foot out, and last week I took quite a fall.
He pulls the chair from under me.
He puts leaves in my hair (which I only notice when I get home).
Yesterday was the last straw. He put Tabasco in my chocolat chaud.
I dont know what I have done to make him so upset at the sight of me. I haven't exchanged one word with him. He just seems to be very entertained at the thought of watching me get hurt. He has been doing this for the past month and I jut don't think I can take anymore. I said to him:
"Please Quentin, leave me alone, I never bother you, why do you have to bother me?"
But he didn't even care, he just raises an eyebrow at me.
So I am tired of Quentin, I am tired of my room, I am tired of my chair next to the window, and I am tired of the yellow, orange and red tree outside of it.
Ill write to you soon from where ever I end up.
Have a safe happy trip lilou
ReplyDeleteTake me with you lilou!
ReplyDeletecome visit me?
ReplyDeletei love it
ReplyDeleteI don't like this Quentin fellow... No more...
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Quentin loves you, me thinks. The moron that he is, this is the only way he can express it.
ReplyDeleteI love it!! Enjoy wherever you are going! nayla
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