French Teacher

Chapter 8

I'm the one who's at fault here, aren't I?

I mean, saying all those horrible things behind his back, was totally out called for, wasn't it? It was an immature thing to do. Especially when I didn't even know what he was going through.

But still..

You're a 23 year old man! You should've just understood me. You should have just let it slide since you couldn't really blame me for saying it. I was angry. You basically broke our promise, am I wrong? So of course I would have gotten mad. It's already expected. 

I don't believe this...

All my questions are slowly being answered...

But there are still so many more, that I want to know.

I'm still sort off confussed about you, Mr.Beaumont. Who, exactly are you?

It's French class, and I'm still having a hard time listening to the teacher because of this 'Mr.Beaumont' situation.

Damn, nothing annoys me more than being distracted with my studies. 

I need to get  Mr.Beaumont out of my mind, even if it's just for a moment, God damn it. I need to listen! This is French class! My mortal enemy! The only subject that keeps pulling me back from being at Building A! 

And, the only subject that I need to have a tutor on...

Damn...Mr.Beaumont...this is all your fault...

"Okay class, please bring out your notebooks." Our French teacher instructed.

As I tried to grab my notebook from my bag, I accidentally instead took out the notebook that Mr.Beaumont gave me.

This notebook..

Geez, it was most likely that he didn't sleep just to write all of these notes. 

And, writing this must have been very bothersome since you were too busy with your 'mom' problem.

But even though you were busy, and that your mind was all about your mom, you still had a tiny dash of space for me just to remember or make it up to me with this notebook.

I bet he just wanted to rest at that time, being too emotionally exhausted by his worries, about his mom, but instead, he decided to make me this..

This is so unfair...

The notes are so well written...

Am I the selfish one here?

I...I don't belive this...

For once in my life, I actually...blame myself for all of this..

...

I should definety apologize...

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Dismissal Time

"Yo, Penny. Let's go home together." Kim went up to me.

"Oh." I noticed her. "Umm..I can't." I said.

"Huh? Why not?"

"I actually need to go somewhere." 

"Where?"

"It doesn't really matter." I decided to give her a smile. That didn't help though, she looked worried. "Just go home without me, okay? I'll make it up to you next week. I'll call you when I get home. See yah."

As I grabbed my bag, I didn't wait for Kim's reply. I just went on my way through the door and hurried my way to the halls.

I'm going to Mrs.Tremblay...