Chapter 10

Mireille's pov

The day had just begun and I had already had enough. I didn't like the students of this high school. In my history class, I had only inquisitive and disgusted looks. What did I do to make them already hate me? I already understood why Belle hated being here, but now I understand her pain even better, and it's not even been a whole day. I had to hold on.Belle was my friend, she needed me, and I had to at least finish high school.

That being said, I went to my next class, English, and I complained about it to one of my friends on the phone.Why did I have to have a rotten and lonely schedule? Rolling my eyes, I came in and spoke with the teacher before he told me that we should work on William Shakespeare's play "Hamlet", and showed me where I should sit. With a smile, I thanked him before heading to the back of the class. There were already a few students in the classroom.Some chatted while others contented themselves with staying alone.

Soon, the bell finally rang, whic