Disclaimer: Excuse me, did someone drop a nickel? . . . Oh, this is a candy nickel, thanks! Sweet, this can buy me dessert for lunch. Oh dear sweet Havarti, wait for Plagg.
Chapter 2
06 December 1996, 01:12.
It was simply, well scientifically, unconceivable. Gabriel couldn't wrap his head around it. One moment, his darling Felicia had been the model picture of a healthy mother-to-be. The next, she had been crumpled in a heap of painstaking agony, screaming of the woes that had befallen their baby to their friend Sabine. After the horrific rush to the hospital, Sabine and Felicia decided it was time to let one secret go. Gabriel would never forgive that butterfly for what they had inflicted on his family. Three hours and a caesarean later, the tight-knit family was introduced to a premature, yet lovely all the same, baby boy. He had counted them lucky.
14 February 2008, 15:29.
His mom had just wrapped up today's lessons. She told him she had one last surprise to retrieve for his dad, so she needed to step out for a little while. That left him at his extended recess period of the day's schedule. Eleven year-old Adrien had never understood why his parents insisted on homeschooling him. From what he had seen on his favorite shows, public and private schools couldn't possibly be that bad. Speaking of which, the Code Lyoko marathon was about to begin. Surely, his parents wouldn't be that mad at him if he indulged the television a little longer than his homework. He was six episodes in when his dad had ran in and out of the house in a blur.
15 February 2008, 10:12.
Adrien had fallen into a whimsical sleep after the last episode, dreaming of himself in school right alongside the Lyoko warriors. He had awoken about half an hour ago, to speed through his homework. So long as it was done they wouldn't be mad at him, right? Strange, another hour had ticked by with no sign of his parents or today's lesson. They must've been mad at him. Around one, Nathalie had come in to handle the day's schedule. Even stranger, she had red eyes and streaks on her face. She had informed him later that night that in three years' time he would be enrolled in public school and that today would be his last at-home lesson. His parents weren't back yet.
09 August 2011, 07:15.
Whatever he had expected of public school. This was certainly not it. No offense, he had made friends rather quickly. Maybe, it was the way the day had flowed. Sometimes he saw his friend the entire class. Others barely at all. No one particularly seemed, well, happy about going to school. Was there something he was missing? Was school not what they had expected as well? Then again, he was the black sheep. Everyone else had been at this way longer than he had. He pushed those thoughts aside when his friend Nino clasped his shoulder. School would be just fine, well at least until his dad came to pick him up for the next event on the schedule.
15 September 2012, 00:27.
When they had arrived on the scene, this was definitely not what they had wanted today's first report to be. Nadja didn't want to believe what she was seeing. It had to be a nightmare that didn't want to let go. Smoke shading the sky in various hues against the blaring sirens' lights. She had a duty as a news anchor to report to the people of Paris. Agent Roger had been amongst the first of the emergency responders sent out to secure the scene and protect as many civilians as possible as was his duty. The sweet smell was coating most of the 21st arrondissement. That's why they were here to report, but as chain links in a group of childhood friends, they felt sick to their stomachs.
15 September 2012, 00:34.
Fire crews deemed the building as safe to enter thirty minutes after midnight. Friends, strangers, and bystanders alike looked on with mixed emotions as three black bags were carted out of the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.