Waking up in the morning is difficult. I can't bear to share my room with anyone other than Mélia. Besides, that little brat must have talked to my roommates, none of whom dare speak to me. They keep well away from the grumpy bug that I am when I wake up. We hear a knock. Naya, the sublime Asian Hornet, opens the door with a big smile, checking her make-up in the mirror beforehand.

— Hello Naya. Here you go Farmer. For the sake of your poor housemates, says that idiot Maltez, slobberingly kissing Naya and throwing a carton of orange juice at me.

I'm going to kill Melia. There, it's safe to say she's been feeding information to the enemy.

—Greetings MALTEZ. You OK, Naya? Doesn't he have jackal breath when he wakes up? I say with a big smile. They both give me a surprised and angry look.

— Don't worry about Naya, sweetheart. She's a tough cookie. Besides, Damien brushed his teeth and even put on some perfume before coming, a laughing male voice replies.

— BLAISE. GIRLS. Hello. Did you sleep well?

I kiss Blaise and the three roommates of my darling. Mélia gives me a big hug. It's hard for her too, being separated. We are so close. Blaise seems amused by my way of speaking. I don't take offence at his early morning "little heart". Blaise is a seducer, but a nice one. The kind who loves all women. What's more, he's funny and made me laugh out loud last night.

He tried to teach me to play basketball. It ended up being dodgeball. He and another buddy played with the little sophomores that we are very nicely. Two seniors against five sophomores. They won. I was enraged. They finally admitted that I was the one who caused them the most trouble. The others were too cowardly. I was going into battle. Alone against two guys who are at least twenty centimetres taller than me. Not even afraid.

Blaise's mate is called Thibaut Noguerra. A very thin blond guy, rather silent if you don't ask him questions, with a good general knowledge when you do ask him. I found myself discussing literature and biology with him for most of the evening. He and Blaise kindly offered to help us, the five girls in Seconde, with the lessons if necessary. He is a good student, according to Blaise, he is patient and pedagogical. In any case, last night he managed to talk to me and teach me things without me wanting to hit him. And that's a miracle according to Mélia. Even Papinou couldn't do it. Blaise and Thibaut are cool, for guys who are older and play basketball.

But let's go back to breakfast and the first lessons. We start with the maths class with our main teacher. I learned this morning that he is Thibaut's father. I quickly understand where the blond boy's pedagogical aura comes from. His father manages to make a rather difficult subject come alive. Today, he took over the basics and asked us to fill in a questionnaire to see what our basics were. I'm pleased. Mélia and I did pretty well on the test. For a country boy, he had a lot on his mind, my Papinou. I know that the two of us are well up to the level of our classmates despite our home schooling. He would have been so proud.

French, then History and Geography and finally Physics and Chemistry. They gave us a hard time in the morning. Monday morning is going to be difficult. At noon, I already have a headache and my legs are tingling. I'm stretching to calm my nerves and muscles before going back to the cafeteria, in front of Mélia's roommates, who are a bit desperate about my attitude. They are funny and very tolerant. I even think I'll end up accepting their presence.

As I reach up to untie my back, someone grabs my wrists from behind and lifts me up with ease. Muscleman.

— Give me your money, kids, or I'll break her in half.

The three girls are in a panic. I sigh in annoyance. Melia bursts out laughing. She knows what's going to happen in the next few seconds. She knows me too well.

— You still have a chance to get away with it if you apologize immediately, Melia whispers in a soft, calm voice to the moron who dares to disturb me.

Missed. He starts to get angry. He doesn't realise what a huge mistake he is making. He threatens Melia, thinking he's going to scare her. I wink at my twin. I silently count down with my lips. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. TOP. Heel in the crotch. He screams in pain, bending over and letting go of my wrists. As my feet return to the ground, I send my elbow into his nose. I immediately leap up and send my other elbow into his neck. At the same time, my foot smashes the back of his knee. Long live hand-to-hand combat training with a former elite soldier. Musclor is on the ground. I don't let him get up. I kick him in the direction of the head without stopping to move so that he can't catch me. He's in the fetal position.

— Hey Farmer, stop being a ninja. You're really crazy, grunge, comes a crackling voice.

Miss Queen Bee is on Maltez's arm with the gang in tow. They saw Musclor from afar threatening us. The basketball players were rushing to our aid. I stop at once. Mélia comes to give me a kiss and pats my hand as if to calm a child crying with laughter. The guys look at me strangely, except for Blaise who comes and gives me a hug.

— Cool. Melia has a very efficient bodyguard.

I laugh with him. I have to say that I slaughtered the body-built moron.

— Melia had warned me that I was a bitch. But don't worry, big daddy. Apart from Musclor and Maltez, you have nothing to fear from me. Mélia has trained me well.

Thibaut reaches out to help Musclor, aka Jonathan, to his feet. He is bleeding. He runs away ashamed. He is terrified. The whole schoolyard looks at me half like a superhero, half like the future terror of the playground. Maltez raises an eyebrow at my pique. He's dying to tell me off, but the presence of Blaise's arm on my shoulders makes him bite his lip. Naya smiles. I think she's amused by my animosity with her darling. Or maybe it's my pretentious look at the rest of the school. I'm really showing off.

I start talking to Thibaut about his father. I tell him about the course and compare the similarities between him and his father. Thibaut has a rare patience, so I try to piss him off. Doesn't that make sense? Yes, I'm a pain in the ass and proud of it. I press all the buttons at my disposal. The pedagogy. The school level. The blondness. Thibaut endures my teasing with an angelic smile, without ever getting angry. I'm joking with him about the fact that, physically, he and his father look very much alike.

— Do you realise that in twenty years you'll look like this? I burst out laughing.

— Could you elaborate on THIS a bit more, Miss Farmer? I'm quite curious to hear your opinion, says Professor Noguerra in a calm, slightly mocking voice.

Damn, he was right behind me. I break down and search for an adequate answer while those around me chuckle at my predicament.

— Thibaut, here is your English book. You put it in my satchel this morning. Miss Farmer... Have you found a way to make up for it with vile lies?

I give a big smile. He's not angry, more amused. So I play the clown.

— This to mean beautiful, resplendent being, full of charisma and charm. This who makes all his students crack up with a brilliant smile...

I curtsy to him as I continue to lick my boots, which brings a smile to his face.

— It's not nice to lie, Miss Farmer. I don't believe a word of it. You like to fight, so watch your back next time.

He leaves, shaking his head, amused. Thibaut ruffles my hair. He too laughs. I think Thibaut likes me. Blaise having dropped my shoulders for Sarah's and Fleur's, it's Thibaut who puts his arm around mine and Mélia's to get into the cafeteria. Lilou is on the arm of another basketball player. I tolerate their touchy-feely side, they are kind and protective. And without having hormones in heat, they are rather handsome and the look of jealousy from the other girls makes me die laughing. I add a layer to it for fun to make as many girls as possible mad.

— But you're really a pest, says Mélia.

She's realised that I'm strutting around to piss off the other girls at school. Naya is the only one who understands. She giggles like a hyena.

— Maybe Damien's not wrong. It's possible we'll both end up getting along grunge. We have a lot in common like be bitch and shit girl.

— We're endearing then? I said in a childish, innocent voice, making my eyes like a puppy dog.

- All girls do, but you're both pretty good at it," Maltez bellows in exasperation before sitting down with his lunch tray.