In the morning, I
felt fresh and disposed for another day off. Today we
would visit Dublin by foot, and then have our afternoon free. It seemed a
good enough plan for me. But it wasn't to be so. This time we were less in a
rush since we knew they would again arrive later than supposed.
Mr Trummer came later, as we had expected. He had a concerned look on his
face, and I didn't understand the cause of it at first. I met Olivia and
Arietta, we chatted away about the house, the evening, the previous day,
until the subject felt on mr Trummer. We had all seen his worried looking
face, his annoyed glance, and the way he had to check his watch and phone
every two seconds. We realised he was stressed, but about what? We couldn't
quite put our fingers on it. And his stress was getting on to the class
who felt it too. The spirits we tensed and people were far from calm.
We were deposed in the centre of Dublin, and there met the guide who was to
show us around.
We visited, but as it lasted, our thoughts were farer and farer from the
actual subject of the visit. I suppose our teacher realised this because he
ended the walk earlier than what was first intended. It was only eleven
o'clock when he told us we were in free time, but had to come back to the
statue in the centre of the city in 2 hours. We had our lunch packed, so
there was no problem this side. But ...
"Where is ms Baulland?"
That was the killing question. We had of course not seen her today. We knew
something was wrong, and that was it. Maybe she was ill because of yesterday? We all felt concerned, especially because he didn't answer.
So we went away, not really knowing where, full of thoughts and questions.
We had a map, and followed some kind of path we had decided upon earlier on in the
bus. We walked for some time quietly, observing around us as if interested.
But then, we couldn't really be. Arietta finally broke the wall.
"Where do you think she is? D'you think she is vexed because of her ruined
dress?"
"I don't think so. She isn't that stupid. She could have placed it to wash
when we came back to Paris." Olivia continued.
"Then she has to be ill. Otherwise I don't see why she wouldn't have come
today, she isn't meant to leave us all to mr Trummer really. There is meant
to be two teachers for the whole class."
"You know what; I think it is of no use to be here, walking for the sake of
walking. We should go to her hotel to see what is the problem, and maybe
apologised for what the boys did."
"Yeh, I think you're right. Do any of you remember the name of that damn
place?"
"I know I have it somewhere..." I started searching around in my bag to find
my little notebook where I had written everything about this trip.
"Got it." We all bended on the rather small agenda, and then walked towards
the address.
Once arrived, we asked for ms Baulland's bedroom. But she wasn't there.
Well, what were we supposed to do? Wait there for her to come back?
Certainly not.
And we couldn't possibly leave a note on her door; after all we're only her
students.
It was already the meeting's time, so we walked away.
The girls had done some shopping, and would finish afterwards; they were
showing their stuff around with a pleased grin, and bright eyes. The boys
had followed the girls, without missing any occasion to fully observe the
pretty Irish girls passing nearby.
Mr Trummer was informed of our discovery, but he already knew, and that is
what he told the class.
"Ms Baulland has been missing since yesterday's accident. I am not able to
have her on her mobile, and she has not been to her room. Has anyone heard
of her?" Of course no one answered. We all looked at our feet, fidgeted, or
simply stared ahead.
Right, maybe she was just lost in Dublin, but that was very improbable. I
though, being a police stories fanatic, I imagined that she had been
kidnapped. And I shivered inwardly. It would be horrid if it was true. But
who would want to do that? She was so nice I didn't understand that. Later
I told my friends about my theory, and they just laughed. How could it be?
would visit Dublin by foot, and then have our afternoon free. It seemed a
good enough plan for me. But it wasn't to be so. This time we were less in a
rush since we knew they would again arrive later than supposed.
Mr Trummer came later, as we had expected. He had a concerned look on his
face, and I didn't understand the cause of it at first. I met Olivia and
Arietta, we chatted away about the house, the evening, the previous day,
until the subject felt on mr Trummer. We had all seen his worried looking
face, his annoyed glance, and the way he had to check his watch and phone
every two seconds. We realised he was stressed, but about what? We couldn't
quite put our fingers on it. And his stress was getting on to the class
who felt it too. The spirits we tensed and people were far from calm.
We were deposed in the centre of Dublin, and there met the guide who was to
show us around.
We visited, but as it lasted, our thoughts were farer and farer from the
actual subject of the visit. I suppose our teacher realised this because he
ended the walk earlier than what was first intended. It was only eleven
o'clock when he told us we were in free time, but had to come back to the
statue in the centre of the city in 2 hours. We had our lunch packed, so
there was no problem this side. But ...
"Where is ms Baulland?"
That was the killing question. We had of course not seen her today. We knew
something was wrong, and that was it. Maybe she was ill because of yesterday? We all felt concerned, especially because he didn't answer.
So we went away, not really knowing where, full of thoughts and questions.
We had a map, and followed some kind of path we had decided upon earlier on in the
bus. We walked for some time quietly, observing around us as if interested.
But then, we couldn't really be. Arietta finally broke the wall.
"Where do you think she is? D'you think she is vexed because of her ruined
dress?"
"I don't think so. She isn't that stupid. She could have placed it to wash
when we came back to Paris." Olivia continued.
"Then she has to be ill. Otherwise I don't see why she wouldn't have come
today, she isn't meant to leave us all to mr Trummer really. There is meant
to be two teachers for the whole class."
"You know what; I think it is of no use to be here, walking for the sake of
walking. We should go to her hotel to see what is the problem, and maybe
apologised for what the boys did."
"Yeh, I think you're right. Do any of you remember the name of that damn
place?"
"I know I have it somewhere..." I started searching around in my bag to find
my little notebook where I had written everything about this trip.
"Got it." We all bended on the rather small agenda, and then walked towards
the address.
Once arrived, we asked for ms Baulland's bedroom. But she wasn't there.
Well, what were we supposed to do? Wait there for her to come back?
Certainly not.
And we couldn't possibly leave a note on her door; after all we're only her
students.
It was already the meeting's time, so we walked away.
The girls had done some shopping, and would finish afterwards; they were
showing their stuff around with a pleased grin, and bright eyes. The boys
had followed the girls, without missing any occasion to fully observe the
pretty Irish girls passing nearby.
Mr Trummer was informed of our discovery, but he already knew, and that is
what he told the class.
"Ms Baulland has been missing since yesterday's accident. I am not able to
have her on her mobile, and she has not been to her room. Has anyone heard
of her?" Of course no one answered. We all looked at our feet, fidgeted, or
simply stared ahead.
Right, maybe she was just lost in Dublin, but that was very improbable. I
though, being a police stories fanatic, I imagined that she had been
kidnapped. And I shivered inwardly. It would be horrid if it was true. But
who would want to do that? She was so nice I didn't understand that. Later
I told my friends about my theory, and they just laughed. How could it be?