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Almost perfect example

I smirked, looking at the educator among the taller girls in front of me.

- Horrifying.

Maddi and Mina laugh discreetly while hiding their mouths, and I accompany them by lowering my head to burst out laughing.

- He wasn't in the mood, I didn't do much.

- As usual, eh.

Mina replies with a shrug, while Maddi continues to smile.

- Maybe another time ?

Offers Maddi by passing a hand through my hair, to hug me.

- I'm not lacking, if I want something. I will look elsewhere.

- I heard he has some news tomorrow., Maddi announces in a calm voice.

I raise my eyebrows slightly, astonishing. Mina on my right leans forward to look at Maddi, with a mean smile.

- Is there a girl too? No ?

Mina asks, running her tongue over her upper lip. I chuckle quietly, seeing the feed of interest in the German's eyes. Maddi nods to answer her question, and the group of girls disperse to go about their chores. Le takes me away from my friends, and brings me closer to the famme I recognize to be Dame-Hélène.

- Ma'am, what should I do today?

Dame-Hélène was one of the teachers that everyone appreciates, this forty-year-old woman is one of the rare people to be nice here. She never raises her voice or even punishes. This woman was precious, in a way.

- Ah Justine! Are you back from your punishment? You do it, I hope?

Dame-Hélène asks me, taking a bucket of water.

- Obviously, Mr. Ackermann is already quite tired. I didn't bother him, I lied with an innocent little smile.

- Okay, then, can you water the flowers in front? Then you will help Fanny with the planting of the tomatoes.

I sigh lightly at the mention of the name, already feeling annoyance rising in me.

- Okay.

I go to the natural water reserve, behind the garden, and collect two watering cans that I fill.

- Pissed off., I muttered as I picked up the items.

I perform my first task, not without difficulty. The watering cans were heavy, and I had to walk several meters, go through a huge stone tunnel to get to the boarding school. I meet some "aristocratic men", who greet me politely. I royally ignore them as usual and continue my way to the flowers. I water the tubs, one by one, being careful not to drown them or put too much on them. You must not believe, I may be a dirty trail according to the lady superior. But I perform my tasks with attention, and care.

I go back to the storeroom to drop off the empty watering cans, then head out into the huge garden. I look around for Fanny, finding her squatting. In front of tomato stalks, in tubs. A transplanter in hand, facing multiple holes in the earth, in a row.

- It's not looking at them that they will mess up.

My slamming voice makes her turn towards me. Her dark brown eyes shoot mine, before she lifts her chin haughtily.

- In the meantime, I am not playing the maid for the beautiful eyes of Mr. Ackermann., Fanny replies, with disdain.

Fanny Jiro, 19 years old and a pure Scottish girl. Our relationship never went beyond the stage of friendship, due to our diametrically opposed characters. I can't count the times we fought in our dormitory, or in the shared showers. His principles and his are like the two ends of a string, starting with the reason for his presence. This girl had not landed here, for she had fraternized with carnal pleasures. No, miss loves to play with the money of her dear bourgeois parents. Coming from a wealthy family, she had grown up with a golden spoon in her mouth.

I approach her, taking the transplanter out of her hand, then retrieve a container of tomato stems.

- Be careful, jealousy causes buttons.

I respond with a smirk, then start planting the various vegetable stalks. Fanny continues to make holes in the plowed soil, not without releasing several insults. Our work takes us all afternoon, passing tomatoes, or zucchini, carrots, salads and other vegetables. After the evening dinner, we all leave, in the common showers to then go to sleep.

In the huge locker room, my female friends and I are in the shared showers. To take advantage of our 15 minutes of hot water a day. Most of them hurry to wash before staying under water the rest of the time. I got it, taking the time to relax my back muscles with cold water. Having a naturally fresh body, my skin cannot stand high temperatures. Hot water included, to my delight.

I've never been argued about pumping water boilers, a opposites of my comrades. I was content to take my foot, under the lukewarm shower jet, while the rest gave off a vapor of walking heat. My neck slanted forward, my damp hair partially obscures my view. Two girls next to me push me around before apologizing, then resuming their female antics together. I don't take it into account, usually things like this happen a lot. Although I am not attracted to girls in general, many have asked me for lustful favors.

- Justine, give me your soap., Mina's voice calls out to me a few yards away.

I lift my head, running my fingers over my waterlogged face. My eyes look for the soap. Who sits at my feet. I tilt my left ankle to the side before sliding the soap to my left, passing the couple beside me to Mina who bends down to retrieve it.

- You want to play with us ?

One of the girls between Mina and Me calls out to me, a very seductive look on her lips. I turn my attention to them, and politely decline when I get out of the showers. I get my towel from the locker room to change, followed by Maddi. I wait quietly on one of the benches outside in the hallway. That all the girls finish washing themselves and then be escorted by Dame Monique.