Today was the first day of the last week at school. Our Profs told us it would be a study-for-the-exam week (ouais là c'est pas top je le sais). We don't even have to come. That's cool. I am not particularly worried about the exams for I am rather good at school. Generally when nobody knows the answer, the teacher addresses to me: “Brad-Pitt?” and I answer “square root of 27”. sick of being thin muscular super being hefty like brad pitt without effort
Or “does somebody know? … Yes Brad?” and I lower the finger saying “on October 11, 1941”.
I do not really like that, answering the Profs' questions. I always feel like turning red and each time my voice derails. “It's normal, your voice is breaking”, my mother told me. Crocheton scoffs at me with that. He imitates me. He speaks with a wheezy voice and sputters each three words. I don't understand why he is doing that. Not such a long time ago he was also speaking like an idiot.
It's crazy how my sister's breasts have been pushing up within one year. I realized it today because she was wearing a little décolleté thing that my mother does not wear any more. During the break, Balezo gave me a large slap on the shoulder saying “hey Bad-Prick, your sista, she has goddamn boobs!” I answered that my first name was Brad-Pitt, not Bad-Prick. “Yeah Prick Deuchfalh”, he answered and I murmured in the wind that no one ever dared this wordplay before. Sick of being thin muscular super being enough hefty like brad pitt without effort
I could not hold it against him, after all my sister, she is surely the most beautiful girl on street corner.
For one moment I wondered why he was talking about Pendry. If it were because he had seen her lately, maybe today. And it is true that today she had the small mom's shirt. Or if he had touched her, if he had dated her, if he had pawed her. My sister is a bitch, she is getting twiddled by all the guys passing around. It's the reputation she has. But no, it's just that she was behind the grid of the school. She was going to her theatre course. Because she wants to become an actress. I didn't tell you that? One day I shall explain you.
When I got back home, the weather was so hot that I got stripped to the waist so as to study at my desk. When Crocheton entered the room, he called me Skelettor again. I asked my father a thousand times if I would always be so skeletal. He undoubtedly answers me: “You will develop when you are big. When you are on your armed service.”
And by then, I am condemned to hear the nicknames my brother gives me: skelettor, runt, shrimp, pipsqueak. I would like so much to be hefty. Be hefty and have hair under my arms. Almost all the guys of my class have some, all except me. I have the feeling to be a kid. If one day I sleep with a girl and that she sees that I have no hair under my arms (I don't even mention my chest) I'll look so so silly… This being said, I sleep with no girl
Racine carrée des seins de ma soeur, translated by Valentina. Every correction, improvement, proofreading or subtleties are more than welcome. That's what the comments are for…If you're bilingual, a translator, an English teacher or simply very gifted in English, and if you wish to participate more actively to the translation of my texts, you can contact me by email (in French please!)