Caramel-O-Coeur

[chilombo]

Caramel-o-Coeur
I would like to let you know, that the normal version of this story is in French.
I translated every single words in English by myself. If you see any mistakes, please tell me.
Thank you.

Prologue
My name is Carmen Caramelotte.
Age: 13 years.
My birthday date: December 21.
I live in: Canada, Montreal.
My style: sweater, skinny jeans and converse navy blue.
What I like: silence, nature, CARAMEL, books and hot chocolate.
Qualities: Calm, gentle and polite.
Defaults : ?
My dream: Become a writer.
My problem: I stress all the time.

[chilombo]

Chapter 1.
I look at both sides, the fog in the sky is hiding my vision and my heart starts to beat faster and faster. Where am I? What is hapenning? I'm on the beach and I begin to lose sight. I cried with all my heart, but nobody is around.

I wake with disheveled hair and tuck my eyes with tears.

I hear someone knocking on the door, and it's Alice.

- Carmen, wake up !!
- Me yeah .. I'm coming!

She noticed immediately that I am in a bad state.

- Wow! It has happened to you? she asks.
- Oh nothing...
- Did you have nightmares?
- Yes, sort of. I do not know. I am a little bit terrified right now, Alice.
- Okay ... Mom and Dad are waiting for you, hurry up, daddy will send us to school!

I give her a thumbs up to inform her that I understood everything. I put on my slippers and I run to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and I start affirming that I truly look like a lion.

Suddenly I start to talk to myself.

- Well, it's not the first time-...

Oceane knocks on the door, while chuckling.

- CARMEN, what are you doing in there ?? !! And who are you talking to ??
- Shut up Oceane! Go elsewhere I'm busy.
- Yeah okay. Come on, hurry up!

I brush my teeth as soon as possible and I am back in my room.

I put one of my favorite sweaters. Grandma's sweater. My grandmother was always knitting sweaters for me because she knew I adored. Unfortunately, she is not here ... But I always have her smell on my sweater which smells like caramel.

Today I'm wearing a beige sweater, skinny jeans and "navy blue converses, as always.

I grab my backpack and I'm ready to go.

I rush to the kitchen. Mom prepared some good fresh waffles. On the other side, I see Alice engulf her waffle like a pig, yuck. I turned my head as soon as possible.

Alice has always been gourmand, positive and radiant. She is so cute with her small braids on the sides.

Everyone is ready except, Aurélie.

We all expected Aurélie to be late, but remain silent and saying nothing is the best way to avoid the baffles.