dans tes plus beaux reves…
…parfois j’arrive à un point où je ne sais plus ce que je voulais…
Zoe
I took another sip of my hot chocolate before I left the cafeteria and headed to the lower level to wait for my train. It was around five in the afternoon and there were already a lot of people along the quay. It was a cool Saturday and I’d spent the whole day at Brussels with my best friend, Roxane. In my mind, I started to picture what I’d do that night. I always do that when I wait for a train, make plans.
My train finally came, but it was almost full. I found an empty seat in front of a boy who’s probably of the same age with me. He had dark brown hair and fair skin. It seemed to me that I’d seen him before, but I couldn’t recall the place or time. I liked his green t-shirt and his backpack. Unlike most of the students in Belgium, his backpack wasn’t Eastpak. To alter my attention on something else, I took out a book from my bag and started reading.
At the beginning, I was so absorbed in my book that I didn’t realize him staring at me. Feeling uneasy, I looked up to him and smiled. He didn’t look away, nor did he return my smile. I hate when people do that, ignore a smile.
I felt that my journey that afternoon was really weird. The boy didn’t say a word, but when the train stopped at Huy and I gladly stood up, he called, “Mademoiselle, euh… Zoé.”
How did he know my name? “Yes?”
He smiled and it was a warm one, “I’m so glad to have met you.”
I blinked confusedly and then remembered that I had to get off the train. So I just left him, without saying anything, questions dancing at the back of my head. How did he know my name? Had we met before? He seemed familiar, but… Why didn’t he talk to me, if we’d already known each other?
What? Had I suddenly become a famous person without even knowing it???
… to be continued
-RneSs-
Uncategorized | Comments (3)…C’est bientot fini…
Dans quelques semaines, mon aventure avec "les habitants" de 3ipa5 touche sa fin. J’ai passe une tres belle annee scolaire avec eux. Il faut dire qu’au debut, j’avais des soucis sur ma nouvelle classe. Ce n’etait pas la peur de ne pas pouvoir m’integrer avec les autres. C’etait surtout l’envie d’entrer toute de suite a l’univ, comme tous mes autres amis.
Maintenant, je suis tres reconnaissant d’avoir fait partie de cette classe. (Il faut vraiment que j’arrete d’avoir des pensees negatives quand je face des nouvelles situations) Je suis meme triste quand je me rappelle que c’est bientot le temps de dire au revoir a tout le monde.
C’est la vie, hein. Une aventure se termine, une autre commence. Une chose reste certaine. L’amitie ne touche jamais a sa fin. Je dirais que j’ai de la chance d’avoir connu tous ces gens geniaux et sympas dans ma vie.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)They’re just simple things… but they mean A LOT
Nothing’s better on Sunday morning than an email from an old friend… 
or an unexpected text message from someone you haven’t seen for a long time… it always makes me feel better than I had in an instant…
When you do something to others, it might just seem like nothing to you… but it can mean everything to others…
I learned that from Isabelle today… I "only" sent her a b’day card last week and she replied to me saying that she’s really touched to know that I think about her…
Even the shortest message from a friend can brighten up the darkest day… Sometimes it gives me back my lost courage… it reminds me to never lose faith in what I do… forms a smile on my sullen face…
Thank YOU for any kind of attention you’ve given me… you may not have realised it, but you’ve put back the sun on my sky…