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The wind is singing outside.
Summer was leaving and the rain began to set in day by day. The cold was running through the city with a vengeance. Looking out the window covered with a light white veil, I watched the trees dance gracefully to the score the wind was playing.
It was soothing.
This day had been nothing but trouble and sorrow for Marvolio, his father had gone to work early that morning and had forgotten to close the window of the great hall, as a result the boy had found himself in a room filled with humidity. If only it had stopped there but no. A stray cat had to come in through the big window and ruin the wallpaper and the carpet.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHtybSVhelF
"-Dad is not going to be happy..."257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZF2PWK5lq
The heavy body of anxiety, Marvolio got up and of a sharp glance in the room left it. He crossed the corridor carpeted of green wallpaper decorated. Portraits. Paintings. Photos. Everything that could remind who this house belonged to. The d'Ambroise was known throughout the city of Paris, both for their wealth and for the famous people who lived there. Politicians and scientists, the complete opposite of Marvolio.
The boy finally entered his room. A large unmade bed was placed next to the window, a desk strewn with leaves and books, canvases, a huge wardrobe molded in oak wood as well as two large bookcases that looked as if they could succumb to the weight of the books at any moment.
The hazel-haired boy sat down in front of his desk and picked up one of the papers lying on it. A letter. A simple letter that would tell him whether or not he would be accepted at the Sorbonne. The stress gnaws at his stomach and the feeling of suffocation does not help him. He had received it for a week now but still hadn't opened it, fear forcing him to stop as soon as he put his hand on the red seal that closed it.
"-I'll have to open it sometime..."257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1kYAJPNE2u
He fiddled with the edges of the letter. The once smooth surface was now all wrinkled, it was stressful. 257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡASI4mryjAH
The day had already ended a few hours ago and Malvolio had not moved from his room. Lying in his bed doing nothing to comfort him, he could clear his head, think of nothing, breathe normally. He wished he could go out, see the world live, hear the birds sing and feel the wind's affection on his face but he couldn't. It was too difficult.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH3GoWKlCgQ
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The door of the beautiful house opened with a faint noise. The man entered with a large bag in his hand, put his hat on the piece of furniture next to him and went up the stairs. Corridor after corridor. Door after door. He stopped in front of a slightly ajar door, sighed and entered.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwwFdSwVud
"-Dad is home!"257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYmDVaYWAHK
Marvolio jumped from his bed suddenly filled with joy. His sparkles. The two embraced and giggled . The man put his hand in the hair of the brown and ruffled them strongly. They separated after a few seconds, the man whose face strewn with riges and decorated with a thick black beard that half hide his smile shows the bag to the young boy.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjCmDHrDeH6
"-I bought your favorite food for today!
-Oh! Thanks dad! "257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiqyQZ3m7YX
His father stared at him. Marvolio looked away as always. 257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMeuZUDTGcg
"-Did you open the letter?
-No... I haven't had the courage to do it yet... sorry.
-Don't apologize, I was also stressed when I received my letter at your age! But you'll have to do it..."257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHoRaRlhGd
The boy stared at the letter lying on his bed. He suddenly felt dizzy and quickly looked away from it to the floor. He knew it. It must open and then it would all be over. 257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2VvwuRgTq
"-I-I'll open it at dinner tonight."257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjSHyYR4Ejz
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8 p.m. sharp. Marvolio and his father were both sitting at the table. All the food had disappeared and only the candlesticks lay on top, along with a sealed letter. The boy took a deep breath and glanced at his father, then took the letter, and all hell broke loose. Heaviness, suffocation, trembling and sweat. Marvolio had to hold on with all his strength not to drop the letter and run away to his room.
He ends up tearing off the seal and the envelope at the same time. He glanced at his father who was concentrating, his eyebrows furrowed. He took the carefully folded paper, opened it delicately and read aloud.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRppk0NlT89
"- Dear Mr. Auclair, 257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ07KLeAxNUR
We are pleased to inform you that your application to the Beaux-Arts de Paris has been accepted."257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlrGCjqQS52
Malvolio did not move a muscle. Was he accepted? Before he could react, his father threw himself on him in a tight embrace and spun him around in the air. The happiness on his face could only make the boy react. He was accepted! A huge smile appeared on his once stressed face as he hugged his father back.
All his stress left him and he felt lighter.
Everything will be okay.
At least he hopes so.257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAY3Z35LwXh
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First chapter finished! There is not much going on, but it's going to happen soon, don't worry! I already have chapter 2 finished!257Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYsHaJA8VtX
