After my class, I was forced to take the bus so I could get to the community center in time, but I just fell into the crowd.
-My name is Pierre,-said the boy, standing on the small stage after a few minutes, and thanks to his faint smile, I discovered beyond my will that there was a small gap between his two front teeth. Honestly, I was interested in his story, interested in who he really was, although he was still unsympathetic because he wanted to at the first opportunity. He's a typical, unrecognizable man. He's a typical, unrecognizable man.
-Hi Pierre,-chanted some people, greeting the boy. Pierre, a typical French name, is perfectly ordinary. I wonder if he's one of them.
-It's hard for me to get out here right now, and I wouldn't do it if it wasn't for aunt Jacqueline,-she took a quick look at the lady, who just smiled. - but I'm here, and it looks like I'm telling my story. I suppose some of you know I'm a racing driver, or rather a Formula One driver - at this point my eyes got huge, and luckily for me, the boy saw that and let go of a faint smile. Embarrassing. Of course, I knew this sport, although not, I used to watch a couple of races, but strictly because of the mechanics of the cars, the operation and the handling of the tires. - at first I was competing in a so-so-said weaker team, but six months ago I was given an opportunity to be in one of the top teams that dominated the sport - although I sat away from it, I still saw that certain glamour in his eyes, and that surprised me quite - but it didn't work out the way I imagined it. My teammate has become a pretty good friend of mine, who everyone professes to be an up-and-coming talent in formula one, but he's been driving for Red Bull for nearly five years, quite used to the environment. For me, everything was new, I met unknown people, but perhaps the biggest difficulty was the unknown car. - I've been drinking his words here, i'm pretty interested in his life - you have to know about the team that they're incredibly perfectionists, they're always waiting for the win, the podium, and if someone doesn't meet their expectations, they're just fired. Well, that's how I've been- his eyes getting sadder, and you can tell how much it's been him- I didn't meet them. Maybe they gave me little time, maybe there was some mistake with me, or I just didn't have the car on my hands, but this whole thing has put a huge stamp on my whole career. -He bowed his head, and murked the words more and more, and sometimes stopped.-I was sent back to the junior team, but my career is actually over from here. The media, the fans are scolding me, and the other teams are probably never signing me anymore, and I can't stay with my current junior team forever. And what may have crowned it all, last weekend one of my best, little friends lost his life in an accident - his voice, his hands shaking, and he finally spread his arms - and that's it.
I was mad at him. Why would you do that? Because at the age of 20, he said that he would no longer achieve any success, that he would retire and live the already calm life. Perhaps it was this indignation that prompted me to jump up from my seat without thinking and be the first to head for the boy.
-You can't say that,- I stepped up to him, and at first he was surprised, and then he got his eyes on me with a questioning look. - if that's how you feel about it, of course your career is over.
-You don't seem to know the world of Formula One,- he smiled falsely, which only made me more angry.
- Yes, but just because other people branded you, you can show them what you really can do - the words came out of my mouth so fast, I didn't even realize them myself.
-I don't believe in that, but thank you,- he nodded, ignoring me, turning to the man behind me, who also wanted to speak to him. I quietly went back in my place, and even though I knew I shouldn't, I started to get more and more upset about both the boy's attitude and his behavior. I didn't want to think about it, because I had nothing to do with it, I didn't know him, I just heard a story taken out of his life, but for some reason, I felt like I couldn't let it all go to a lose.
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...