Subtle story of disapperance

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An ordinary Guy joins in the fresh year late. It is not noticed by majority of the people, as he is not the only one who does. It seems that this particular class will become remembered forever as a symbol of changing-minds and students migrations. 

Time passes by and Guy adapts gradually. He even presents genealogy tree of his family on Social Sciences, goes on the parties, laughs more and occasionally chat with you on the breaks. Once you talk longer and it turns out that you both learn French and think about going on holidays to the country to work a bit and pick up the language. Seems like a random, insignificant conversation but somehow you want to remember it well, as no one before has shared such an idea as you came up with.

Nevertheless, you don't develop any kind of relationship with this human, it's still a kind stranger in the nearest you absolutely don't know. 

The months go on and one day your tutor comes in the class to discreetly inform the teacher that one student will be now crossed out of the register. She leaves the class quickly and the other teacher, full of tactfulness, informs:

- Guy isn't in your class anymore. 

He says it in such an ordinary way that you're not sure if his indifference to the matter strucks you the most or is it the sudden disappearance itself. 

Someone in the background exclaims Guy moved to another city, went to another school and it's fine. Again, you cannot feel nothing more but shock - no goodbye, no information, no further news ahead. 

benches at 1 p.m.

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It's been more than a year when Guy left the class and no one particularly mentioned his existence, at least in a group of people you surround yourself with. Sometimes, especially when you search the students pages on working in France, you remind yourself about his ordinary face and ask yourself the same question: is everything alright?

You don't really care about the reason of the disapperance itself and you don't feel enough close to send the question online, as you are aware it's none of your business and you have no right to poke around.

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Here comes a big night for the seniors year - one and the only Prom night. Obviously, it could be now described here how wonderful food, music, dress, atmosphere, fun were but this is something always expected to be at this special night. 

People, on the other hand, happen to be the most unexpected part of the party. 

It wouldn't be this story above, to now guess that of course you meet the Gone Guy again. He came as a companion to an old friend from the school apparently.

You put the effort to approach him and ask straight away:

- Is everything alright?

- Yes, it is - he replies with his ordinary smile.

- Great, good luck with all of this - you smile too. 

You come back to your table and let out a huge sigh of relief. 

Unfinished matters are so tiring. 

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Good Evening Everyone, 

I hope you liked this (extra)ordinary story I decided to share with you in a more literary way. Honestly, I must say, life surprises me more day by day.

P.S. If anyone joined #14xClothesAidChallenge, please let me know, I will be thrilled & promise it will be more of such intiatives, maybe better spread out when the blog kicks into high gear!

Julia xxx