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Un nouveau livre

by Charlotte PLUVINAGE

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A NEVER ENDING STORY
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Nisrine Dabach Ghita El Boukfaoui Charlotte Pluvinage
Dear diary, 

Well, I don’t know where to start. I’m very confused nowadays. And I found you lying on my study table unobserved. I have heard people sharing their thoughts in their diaries but I am not sure from where to start. Let’s try…
So diary…
I’m Jane Walker from Los Angeles, 17 years old, studying in senior high school. The prom is in two weeks!!! And I’m so excited for that. My mom was always telling me that it was one of the coolest moments of high school, may her soul rest in peace. Yes, she died six years ago because of the pandemic that began touching the whole world in 2020 .It killed almost half of the population, they said. I don’t really know what to think about it. For my entire life, everyone has been wearing masks, respecting social distancing,It became a routine and some people can even say that leaving without our masks is nearly worse than leaving without our socks. Can you imagine?
I don’t even know how it is to be close to someone. My best friend Peter said that if you're less than a meter away from someone, you would be able to see his nose hair...disgusting ! The only one person I am able to take in my arms is my father. My super busy father. I rarely see him as he is never at home. He is someone that we can qualify as the right hand of the California governor. Oh and did I mention that it was prom soon? Oh my god, I can’t wait! 

     9:09 PM- Tuesday, April the 6th, 2100. 
My prom dress

Dear diary, 

At the time that I’m writing right now, I’m on my couch, looking at my mom’s prom dress. It’s a red one, the kind of dress that makes you one of those shapes that makes everyone believe that you’re so fit and that you go to the gym twice a day, it is THE perfect prom dress. I found a little round box with pictures of my mom in her room, but some of them really made me ask myself many questions and god knows that I’m an overthinker. There was one where my mom was at a party, kissing a guy who I’m pretty sure is not my father. Anyways, there was another one where she was giving a hug to her four best friends. I know what you are thinking : “Why are you stressing, Jane? It’s cool.” But the fact is that absolutely nothing is “cool”. Look at her, look at the masks and the social distancing that are missing. What is she doing? Is mom crazy? Or, does she want to die? Go to jail? I don’t really know.
So I decided to call my bestfriend Peter and tell him that there was something wrong, something that our parents didn’t tell us. But you'll never guess what he did: he laughed at me ! I was really serious and he laughed at me and even said that I was drunk.

11: 49 PM- Friday, April the 9th, 2100.
Dear diary, 

I really need answers, I can’t stay like this. So when I heard the sound of the keys in the lock, I went straight to the door and let it all go, right in front of my dad…
who wasn't even listening, too busy talking on the phone. Not even 10 minutes later, he left again. However, this time, it was weird: my dad left the door of his office open. I think you don’t understand. I’m seventeen and it’s the first time of my entire life that this happens.
Common sense told me to immediately close the door, but common sense forgot that I was completely lost, common sense forgot that I really needed to know what was going wrong. So I literally ran to his computer that took me ten minutes to open- seriously dad, my birth date?-Too basic. Duh !
I only had the time to find where he was classifying his work files and send a copy to myself when someone suddenly closed the computer. Oooops. I think dad was angry. Never mind, I showed him the second picture of my mom- the one with the girls. Then, silence, dad was quiet, too quiet. I was sure of it: he didn’t say anything. His face quickly became red and that was the moment he chose to start yelling at me as if I was doing some grave illegal act, to never tell anyone, NOBODY about what I discovered.Through his anger he became increasingly anxious.I've never seen him like that ever in my whole entire life. I, however, tried talking some sense to him and explained the situation and all of my doubts. But stubborn as he is, he cut short the discussion, grounded me in my
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