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Obstacle course

Donatello will finally have his moment of glory, beat the villain and earn the respect of Master Splinter. The universe will have to admit that Donatello is the strongest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Adnane, sitting less than a yard from the TV, frowns, focused. The blue turtle is his favorite. Like Donatello, he is also a middle child, manhandled and relegated to last place.

– Adnane, go get the bread!

– Mama I’m watching TV, Don ’gonna blow them all, begged the nine year old.

– Bread!

The tone is dry: Bread or punishment! The cadet gets up and picks up his sneakers at the speed of a berlingot snail. He glances at the screen in despair. The mother comes out of the kitchen to expedite her order. Madame Tazi is a schoolteacher, we don’t laugh with her.

– Two wholemeal breads and a baguette!

– And don’t talk to the pigeons on the road, Adou le fou, says his older sister.

Nadia!

Adnane clenches her teeth and fists. Nadia is the archetype of the ugly, mean, big sister, with her big myopic glasses, stupid pigtails and toothy rings. “Not bad, miiiiichante”.

Of course, SHE, we don’t send her shopping.

– I’m a girl, proudly explained Nadia.

Accept this answer without complaining, that is the fate of Adnane. Still, he doesn’t agree. Nadia is perhaps a specimen of a girl, but mixed with the Ghoul race. Gargamel probably made it in the same cauldron as the Smurfette. When you pull on her braids, she bites and scratches. There is also the Other in their family, but he cannot go out. Her greatest power is to poop in diapers. Sometimes his poo overflows, but we have fun. When Adnane had done in his pants in the school transport, Mom had yelled at him and Nadia had called him a dirty little monkey.

Nadia!

It flies like the wind. If he runs fast, he can catch up with the end of the episode. Crossing the hall is easy. The stairwell, when bathed in the light of the lamps, is very easy too. Three steps from the end, the lamp goes out, and darkness reigns. Adnane is paralyzed.

– Goat droppings!

The Whipping Father’s Son

The Little Girl Who Wanted To Become A Witch

Silence In The Forest

Obstacle course

Oops, a bad word. Amused at first, Adnane relishes this little rudeness like a Vichy candy. Fear soon overtakes him. There is a monster in the building, lurking in the dark corners. When he’s alone, the monstrosity jumps on him to rip his heart out.

– You’re exaggerating my darling, reassured his mother after one of these vicious attacks.

– Barely my mom. She was targeting my carcotid.

– Carotid, you mean, had corrected his father. Papa is stingy with words. When he opens his mouth, it is only for precious knowledge.

At the last step, a familiar scratching sound is heard.

– Stay hidden, the curler, the scarred must be around. I can smell its foul smell.

The mouse doesn’t care about the alert, it’s a mouse. The little boy often leaves him treats. She’s going to try her luck, she’s a sweet tooth. And it did not fail! The scarred cat comes out of the shadows, and quickly pounces on the little beast.

– Nooooooooon!

Adnane would have liked to come between Tom and Jerry. Alas, his cowardice took over. He runs towards the exit to save his carcotid, that horrible scene etched forever in his neurons.

– Coward! Nadia’s mocking voice screaming between her temples.

He continues his flight into the thinning of the alley. Another obstacle is not long in materializing. The toxic mists of the crossing. Rue des Violettes leads to a large avenue, wide, ugly, with a lot of rubber in the air …

– We do not pronounce the “c” at the end of rubber my darling, it is silent.

– Sad all the same, he is there, but is useless.

– You too, you’re here and you’re useless, Nadia sneered

Nadia!

Have him swallow all the rubber “c” before sending him to a school that repairs cruel big sisters.

How to deal with the mists? Ban all machines that spit them out. Great idea, but not immediately feasible. He only had to hold his breath for the crossing, like in a swimming pool. Less brilliant as a solution, but practical.

– Courage! Go super Ad ”!

As soon as the light turned red and the cars stopped, the little boy started running to cross before the green caught up with him. Second step taken! Stay the hardest. The Baker. What was scary about her? Hair red like fire, a wart pink like the buttocks of a pig. But what freezes the blood, his voice.

The little boy timidly enters the bakery. A quick scan reveals the enemy’s absence. He hastens to place the order. When it comes time to pay, the noise tears off his eardrums.

– Little Fikriiiiii. You’ll want a palm tree with that!

Like the screeching of a tire or a dying crow. Frozen blood, affirmative! She too came out of nowhere. They spread the word the bad guys?

He nods. A palm tree is a gift that cannot be refused.

– Here, sweetie! You are always so polite.

He took the bag of bread in his hand and slipped the palm tree into his pocket. Adnane is a little angry at thinking bad things about the lady. She wasn’t a mean baker, just hard to watch and listen to. ” It’s not his fault. Then we do not laugh at the creation of God ”. Coming from dad, that must be precious knowledge.

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