Driiing made the radio alarm clock. It's time to get up, I'm gonna miss the bus.

I get up, brush my teeth and take a shower to wake up. Today we are going on an excursion with biology teacher Gadeyne.

I fold my bed sheets and redo my hair quickly. Perfume and a little gloss on my lips.

Mom's waiting for me in the dining room. We rent an apartment in Villeurbanne, an industrial town in Lyon, capital of French gastronomy.

What's good here is the sun, my swimming and my friends.

My mother is French and father, François is Finnish.

Mom is an independent sales representative representing several factories and also Dad. Most of his customers are here near the zoning where Elf Atochem reigns.

The refinery is at least 12 kilometres long and the sun highway in front of it is still congested. I would say that Lyon is an industrial capital compared to Paris. The people here are hot but sunny. They climb up the towers quickly, but they fall back just as quickly when you talk about killing thirst.

There is always everything, vegetables and plants are of the first order and you can taste the sun through them. It's not like our northern vegetables, flaccid and tasting NOTHING, salt water. But here, in the south, in the Roman tradition, the fruits are juicy, the vegetables are bright and radiant with freshness or the taste of a tomato is the taste of a tomato and a strawberry, a strawberry. Not the sure green stuff you find at the Finnish market.

I run to the bus stop and I see my friend Anabelle, who is of Portuguese origin, taking the same bus as me. We arrive at the college and buses are in the schoolyard.

The school? it looks like all the French colleges of the fake old modern cubic modern. It looks like 1940 buildings that were plated with triplex and fluorescent paint to look modern.

Except that the boiler must have been placed by the Romans......

The curtains yellowed by the sun and full of cutter blows. Some had holes placed for the sun to piss some people off in the audience.

But today, we will visit the ponds and forests east of Lyon and visit the medieval city of Perouge.

A whole program.

I see my friend Jacques and his two inseparable friends, the school's press announcers. All the gossip went through them.

Emilie and Jocelyne. They were twins.

Jacques: "One more minute and the teacher would have given you a break!"

Fredérique came with his clique David and Daniel, the strong heads of the establishment.

He was a repeater who did the caid in the school.

His last break was to have installed a room with a mattress and all built with racks of fruit juice, coke and other soft drinks.

He took girls during the fork-lift hours to make them experience a new adventure, to make them women. He never liked my finger and his female henchmen have already hurt me several times.

Last time, one of them Sandra, a redhead with flat, long hair, skinny appearance but very muscular on top and a triangular nose worthy of a square, grabbed me by the arm.

How about the ice cube? I was called that because of my origins and my angelic blond, almost white hair.

THEN? THE GLACE? Don't we answer it?

"What do you want from me this time, Sandra?"

Sandra: "Are you for OM or for Saint Germain??????????"

Obviously, since I didn't know anything about football, I answered what I shouldn't have answered.

"Get off me, you brute!"

She lifted me up with one hand by my collar: "Wrong answer" and threw me to the ground.

A colossus named Sabine, with the build of a wrestler, ran after me.

The corridors were running and she was holding the race. She wouldn't let go of me.

The other students laughed and wondered how a woman's fight would end.

I arrived near the biology teacher's class and wanted to call for help but she had already thrown me into the air like a wrestler!

I fell back over the cupboard which was well 2m40 high.

Unfortunately for me there was a wooden base with a metal tip on which were impaled dozens of sheets of paper.

And I impaled myself on it. CRACK made my back.

I couldn't breathe because it hurt so much.

My friends came running and Gadeyne saw how I was feeling. He removed the tip that had sunk several centimetres into my back and put disinfectant on.

He shouts: "MARCIS (Frederique's name) HERE!"

He grabbed the guy and left the school by the back and went into the garden. From the classroom we could hear what was happening in the garden but the smoked windows prevented us from seeing directly.

PAF; PAF.

Marcis ran up with a bloody nose and a swollen brow bone. And when he came into the classroom, he said, "That way, there are no witnesses."

I was taken to the infirmary and I had two broken ribs in my spine. I almost stayed in a wheelchair that day.

But I still went on the trip, soothing mouthfuls and I had a great time with my friends.

The troublemakers were consigned to study, Marcis, a bag of ice cubes glued to his eye. Next time I see him, I'll ask him how my friends were with him (Friends ice-cube).

They could not be dismissed because their parents were appointed inspectors of education and the other colossus, his father was a judge in Lyon. Untouchable and they took advantage of it.

In the bus, I fell asleep around....

The cave. Oh no... it was just a dream. At least I still know how to dream, I told myself to console myself.

Mother called us and said today everyone is flying. Stone force feeding for the one who can't.

I flapped my wings and managed to take off and, after many efforts, I managed to climb on the platform from which we let ourselves glide.

I got there without any problems and I was trying to do some work on the spot.

I saw my wings as a way to save myself.

I was more than motivated to leave this shithole.

I was trying to help my brothers but my mother scolded me:

"Wistala! Don't help them! It's my job to do it. If they're wrong because of you, you both have to be punished."

Mother could not stand my kindness to my 2 brothers anymore.

Apparently kindness was a reward and a luxury for dragons.

As soon as we got high, we had to go back up

I was stronger, smarter, faster.

I was setting an example and Mother was upset about it

She growled in the void, looking at an old stone, the one on which I died as a human about 2 months ago.

"GROAAAAAAARRRR Heater bitch!"

"Ha haaaa!" and she turned violently towards me. Sniffed at me and her eyes returned to their normal appearance. She had become sweet again.

"Wistala, darling, I have something on my mind since you were born... Something's wrong between us! I'd like to have the abscess punctured.(way to reveal thrust)"

"Mother, you use words I don't understand..."

"No, Wistala, the problem is deeper...

When I see your brothers, they walk like me at their age.

they lean on their wings and tail to move forward and use their hind legs to lean on and do everything.

You, you look like a biped frankly! You do the opposite!!

It's irritating. The bipeds are our enemies and you do everything like them!

I eat raw and you cook! Well, it's your thing, but you also teach your brothers.

Dragons are everyone for themselves and parents take care of the disputes and separate the young people who are fighting. our struggles serve us to become stronger.

You, you help your brothers angelically and you steal my hugs for them!

They're less afraid of you and it's only a matter of days before they rebel!

It's not okay! It's not okay!

In addition, I detect search activities for the missing plane and the shaman. The little biped whose neck I had broken must have prayed to the spirits to warn the shaman that we were here! I burned their spiritual eyes and killed them so they wouldn't find us, but one of these days at this rate the hunters will find us.

We need to get the camp out of here as soon as possible. Tomorrow, we're flying out!"