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Parisian teenager Lou has an IQ of , OCD tendencies, and a mother who has suffered from depression for years. But Lou is about to change her life-and that of her parents-all because of a school project about homeless teens. While doing. Delphine de Vigan is an award-winning French novelist. She has published several novels for adults. Her breakthrough work was the book No et moi (No and Me) that was awarded the Prix des Libraires (The Booksellers' Prize) in France in
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What is Prezi? Learn more. Send the link below via email or IM Copy. Present to your audience Start remote presentation. Do you really want to delete this prezi? Neither you, nor the coeditors you shared it with will be able to recover it again. Description of a few of the characters in the novel No and Me, written by Delphine de Vigan. Comments 0 Please log in to add your comment. I'd reckoned without his long-range radar. I'd been hoping to get away with it, but I'm caught red-handed.
Twenty-five pairs of eyes turn round, waiting for my answer. If only I could disappear a hundred miles under the earth, right down to the lithosphere, that would be convenient. I loathe presentations.
I loathe talking in front of the class. I feel like a huge crack has opened beneath my feet, but nothing's moved, everything is stuck in slow motion, nothing's falling in. I wish I could faint right here and now. Just be struck down.
Drop dead. There I'd lie, spreadeagled in my Converse Allstars, and Mr Marin would take his chalk and write on the blackboard: 'Here lies Lou Bertignac, top of the class, but silent and a loner'.
I was going to put my name down. What's your topic? Can you be a bit more specific?
His eyes are huge. I could drown in them, or disappear, or let the silence swallow up Mr Marin and the whole class. I could take my Eastpak and leave without a word, the way Lucas does. I could apologise and say that I haven't a clue, I just said the first thing that came into my head.
I'll go and see Mr Marin at the end of the lesson and explain that I can't do it, a presentation in front of the whole class is simply beyond me. I'm sorry, but I'll get a doctor's note if I have to: 'constitutionally unfit for any sort of presentation', all stamped and everything, and I'll be let off.
But Lucas is looking at me, and I can tell that he's waiting for me to get myself out of this, that he's rooting for me, he's thinking that a girl like me can't make a fool of herself in front of twenty-five students.
He's got his fist clenched. Any higher and he'd be brandishing it in the air, like football supporters encouraging their team. But suddenly the silence feels heavy, like we're in church. I mean. There's whispering. That's an excellent subject.
Figures show that every year more and more women run away, and at a younger and younger age. What documentary sources are you planning to use, Miss Bertignac?
Or else so much that you couldn't count it on the fingers of one hand, or even ten, there is so much. I'm going to interview a young homeless woman. I met her yesterday and she's agreed. On a pink sheet of paper, Mr Marin notes my name and the subject of my presentation. That will give you time to do some background research. His voice tails off. Lucas's hand unclenches.