Stand By Me - Pierre Gasly

CINQ/CARMELLA/

I fell tired through the door of my third-floor apartment, massaging my wrists, and threw my stuff down to the kitchen to search for something edible or something icy. My wrist probably hurt so much from a lot of writing suddenly, so I had to put it on ice to dull the discomfort a little bit and make it writeable again the next day.

With my quick sandwich in bed, I took my phone in my hand, and I don't know why, but when I went into the browser, I immediately snuck in a name, Pierre Gasly, and pressed the search button.

I knew the media usually took advantage of fallen people, but what I found in front of me made my eyes go out. Foul, the boy's performance is scolded by hundreds of articles and hate-hating comments, reviews of famous athletes, interviews ridiculed, and translated into influence.

It was painful. It was painful to see every word presumably stabbed in the boy's heart, and it wasn't enough that he lost his friend, even the whole world was scolding him. And I was sitting there in my tiny apartment and I realized I really feel sorry for him.

-Hi,- whispered the girl next to me, who had just crashed in the seconds before class began, -is that when today's coffee is still on?-

-Yes,- I nodded with a smile, and was proud of myself, for which, though only after a long struggle, I had planned to welcome her into my nonexistent circle of friends.

-That's cool, then we'll only have to last three hours, and we can go,- she rolled his eyes.

- Exactly - the teacher began to dictate violently during our dialogue, so I was forced to start writing wildly, which may have been even more painful than yesterday. It was stabbing, it was burning, I could barely move it, but I was forced to write. If I don't write, I won't have notes, I won't have anything to learn, and I'll end up out of college. Logical.

-If you want, we can go shopping,- continued Abigel, trying to hide that I was a little embarrassed. I haven't been nearly as good financially as I've been able to buy myself anything lately, especially from the high-end French clothing market.

-It's not necessary, I've got enough clothes,- I finally pulled my shoulders.

-Don't be such a poky, a girl never has enough clothes,- she said, -so we're going to go, and that's it. You know, I need the pretty clothes as a spare, in case a nice young French gentleman takes you on a date.

-Of course,- I laughed awkwardly, considering I almost didn't get to know boys in my time here.

In the end, Abigel wouldn't let me turn down his purchase offer, so I was like, I'm not going to buy anything, so i'm avoiding awkward circles, but my new girlfriend didn't think so at all. She gave me more beautiful garments than I could, and I almost had a heart attack by looking at the prices. All you had to do was look at her, you could tell how wealthy she came from, which is probably why we led us to these expensive shops where she used to shop.

-Oh, my God, you must buy this,-held another pale blue solid dress in front of me.

-I'd rather pass,-I said, -because as much as I liked the wonderful dress poem, the price was very peppery.

-Please buy it for me. Believe me, it's going to look perfect on you,-she continued, and something snapped for me.

I felt the hot tears starting to snitide my eyes and then set out on a journey of discovery on my face. I didn't want to cry there, right in the middle of the store, but that's just what the situation triggered me to do. -Carm, what's the matter? -She suddenly realized that I was sobbing, and immediately came closer to me.

-Nothing, really,-I shook my head in a dying voice.

-Why are you crying?- she smoothed her hand on my shoulder as a token of her encouragement.

-I have no money for this, Abigel,- I broke out in even greater cry, and almost felt the stinging glances of strangers, -I have no money to buy clothes now.

-Oh, my God, you should have started with that,-she hugged me, and I  hugged her like a little kid with her mother. It's weird, but for some reason, I felt a lot of trust in her. - it's okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you.

-It's not your fault,-I groaned.

-Listen, I still think that this dress would look perfect on you, so whether you like it or not, I'm going to buy you this now,-she pushed away from her, and went to the checkout to buy the expensive piece.

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  Hii everybody! I know I disappeared for a while and wrote a very long time ago, but two months ago I signed up for a competition where I had to make a floor plan for a Formula 1 car engine and in those two months I beautified it, perfected it, but I have no idea why at the last minute to this day, my application has been rejected for unexplained reasons, which is a bit pretty badly affected, but I can say that I have returned and am cutting with renewed vigor for  translate the story. Have a wonderful day...