Je compte sur la douche pour me réveiller un petit peu. Je dois être opérationnelle aujourd'hui, je joue sans doute ma place. Ma cheffe avait un ai... suffisamment sévère lorsqu'elle m'a convoquée pour ne pas avoir peur de l'avenir. Surtout que depuis sa récente arrivée, elle avait prévenu que des têtes allaient tomber et la mienne allait peut-être être la première. Je dois à tout prix valider ce stage, il est essentiel pour obtenir mon BTS en prestations sanitaires et sociales. Si je veux. The truly golden shimmering hair of my mother, somehow looking shinier and softer than the hair I was used to. My arms did not appear as thick or pronounced but rounder and smooth. In this reflection I wore the old maroon dress, the one with the golden seams. Without thinking my hands touched my chin and then slid down to the plunging neckline of the dress. This cleavage was not something artificial, it felt warm and I could feel my own touch. The reflection the image in the mirror had become. Never mind that her friend was in need after losing someone, Erika’s only concern was when Rochelle would feel ‘better’ again so they could hang out.The sound of my cell phone ringing while I was getting the coffee broke the temporary silence that was in between my sister and I. Checking the screen, Stephen’s name flashed across it. I ignored it and continued on with my quest for something to satisfy my craving for a cigarette. I felt jittery and shaky, the only thing my mind could focus on was. As he got closer, he saw that she was hurt. He took off running again to see if she was alright. ‘Y-yyy-yo’ he tried to ask if she was ok but his stutter got the best if him again. He sighed and decided to try again. ‘Yo-yy-you oooo-ook?’ He stuttered out. While he was attempting to speak, the little girl looked up at him. He got a good look at her face. Gosh, she’s pretty, he thought. She had the biggest light brown eyes he’d ever saw but they looked sad right now. She had a cute nose. Not.