The first scene that appeared was one of conflict. It was a short teenage girl with some baby fat still on her face, screaming at her mother and slamming the door. When she was finally alone in the room, rage had given way to an intense anxiety, with her heart pounding so fast it seemed it could escape from her chest at any moment.
Suddenly, Sandrine remembered. This wasn't a dream, this was a memory.
At that time, she was at the end of her 2nd grade year, when she was 16. During the 2nd grade year in lycée, that was when kids chose their specialization. Either they would go in Litterature department, Economic, or Scientific. Sandrine wanted to be a French teacher, so she wanted to go into the Litterature department. She had even filled out the form and prepared the procedure.
However, things didn't go how she hoped it would.
