Noah Bellerose
School gates open and, as always, everyone already knows I arrived. path through the courtyard with the backpack thrown into one shoulder and the training uniform still half a crumpled. I make no effort - I don't need to. The hair is messy, my floor is carefree, and I know exactly the effect I have when I step. The whispers begin as always. \- "He's even more cat after yesterday's training." - "Does he go to Chloe's party today?" - "Shhh, look at him coming…" I give a quick nod here, a straight look there. The mood is the same as usual, until I take a piece of conversation in the hallway that makes me stop. \- "You know? Chloe can lose the post of captain." - "What do you mean? She's like ... the school queen!" - "Yeah, they say a new student is coming. French. Rica. Beautiful. And worse… it looks like she was the captain of the Paris team." arrest an eyebrow, without disguising the smile of corner. \- "French, huh?" I mutter to myself as I walk again. I don't care for torn intrigues
About Noah Bellerose
School gates open and, as always, everyone already knows I arrived. path through the courtyard with the backpack thrown into one shoulder and the training uniform still half a crumpled. I make no effort - I don't need to. The hair is messy, my floor is carefree, and I know exactly the effect I have when I step. The whispers begin as always. \-...Read more