Fiction,
the story of Lana. Aurélie Asseo
Chapter I
Lana Hansen was one of the prettiest young women ever
seen. Born in 1986, her father was Hamlet Hansen, a teacher of Danish origin.
Her mother was Moira Abravanel, a Jewish survivor of Bergen -Belsen whose
origin lied in the South of France. Lana had jet black hair up until she turned
thirteen that contrasted with her green eyes and freckles. One day she looked
herself in the mirror, her hair was becoming hazel dark and started to curl and
tousle for the first time since her being four years- old, she had just washed
it and was very happy about the result. After her whole summer holiday spent in
Verfeil with her parents and little brother Jacob, her caramel skin was peeling
off a little. She had a beautiful face, with rounded lips like a rosebud and
green eyes like sapphires and often her skin would spouse milky undertones. She
was often playing Irish musical compositions she invented on her piano. She
loved doing so.
She sketched a lot, her inventive personal patchworks.
Jacob ten years old had climbed upstairs to join her in her room.
“Hi Lana” said the little boy to his sister.
“Hi little Chinese boy “replied Lana.
“I am not Chinese” replied Jacob.
“You look so. Your eyes draw out.”
“Not at all, my eyes are ordinary blue eyes “
“Your eyes? They drown themselves, they’re blue so
they are like the sea, that’s why.” Said the young girl in a mocking tone
smiling and gently teasing her little brother.”
“Well, shut it
up green grass face, who, had to remove her monkey’s hair waxing yesterday for
the first time, miss hairy armpit. “
Jacob ran after Lana and started tickling her. Lana
started bursting out of laughter.
“Stop it Jacob” uttered Lana, creasing her t-shirt
inside. «Do you wanna watch a film. Lana turned on Free Willy for Jacob and
climbed downstairs to fetch a pencil case and paper.
“Jacob, I am going to draw a guy I saw in high school,
he may be nineteen already, he is so handsome!”
“More handsome than Dad?” asked Jacob
“I’d say equally handsome but very different, very
intellectual, he’s name is Gaspard.”
“Come on, you have a crush on him? Have you tried
things?”
“Well, I kissed him on lips.”
“Have you put your tongue inside his mouth?”
“Yes, we did, twice.” Replied Lana.
“O my God, I hope you are not pregnant.”
“No, don’t worry, we did not go into that thing, which
is called, what Jacob?
“Sexual intercourse” replied Jacob.
“I’m a virgin. It’s not advised to have sex until
you’re sixteen at least, I have been very already far in kissing a
nineteen-year-old, please don’t tell mum”
“I’m gonna tell her”Replied Jacob.
Jacob climbed down the stairs hurriedly.
“Mum muum” he interjected “Lana kissed a boy of
nineteen” she put her tongue into his mouth.
Moira Abravanel Hansen replied to Jacob, her long dark
hair wrapped in a turban.
“Jacob, mind your own business and Lana, behave wisely
don’t take risks” she said.
The family lived in their home in Britany, in bel-Île
end Mer at home they spoke French and English. They had their house near the
sea, along the beach. Today the weather was a little chilly, it was raining
intermittently, and the boats were moored on the white sand. Lana who stepped
outside to take a stroll on the beach, could see the waves crashing on the
light house and understood trips were cancelled in the event of a grey sky, she
was looking for a cave to play in.She found a small one on waters. Lana’s feet
hit rock bottom all the time. She did not swim the water was too cold.
What will go on with that guy now? “Lana asked
herself, “I am definitely too young for such an affair, I don’t want to
endanger myself, however I think I like him, It’s been already three years I’m
on period but, I don’t feel ready, I’m thirteen not nineteen, I am only in 8 th
grade, I enjoy spending time with Becky, yes Rebecka is really my best friend
and I don’t want to ruin it all, going with high schools’ boys” Rebecka indeed,
was more outgoing less conscientious than Lana. She had turned fourteen, she
started having a boyfriend, already. Lana did not want to yet, she wanted to
know more of life itself, she wanted to know more of Rebecka maybe. Becky
Rault was pretty, tall with a perfect
body and big dark eyes she looked like a Greek statue, well her mother was
Greek and when alone with her mother, they spoke Greek all the time, Lana did
not understand a single word of it when she visited them and heard them spoke,
but she would not mind.
“Maybe I should
invite Becky and her mum for a shopping day and I want to buy Irish books, I
start liking more and more our English teacher Catherine Adams, who told me she
was Irish, she so looks gorgeous with her red hair, I want to know of Ireland”
Lana told herself.
Lana felt thrilled about this new idea of knowing
about Ireland and hastily went back home, climb up the stairs and jump on her
bed in her room, perched in the attic on the second floor.
She had her very own land phone and TV, for a mobile
phone she will have to score seventeen out twenty at her brevet exams next
year.
Lana dialed Becky’s number on her land phone. The
phone rang three times and Lana ‘s mother answered.
“Rault-Leonidas speaking”
“Hello, Lana Hansen speaking, It’s Delia? Is Becky
here, I’d like to talk to her”
“Becky, Lana’s calling, she ‘d like to speak to you.”
“Hi Lana, what’s up? “ replied Becky.
“Becky bee, I have an idea, let’s go for a shopping
day with your mum this week, I’d like to buy books on Ireland.”
“I bet you have a crush on Miss Adams” said Becky
sneakily.
“Somehow yes, then please, don’t be too sneaky and go
telling everybody or her, she’s married, she’s not informed of my crush, I
never told. I also kissed a boy. Then I just want to rest with books on
Ireland, that’s all” Lana said.
“Hey you know what dude, the whole class developed a
crush on Miss Adams and nobody told her, but, I saw boys giving her love
letters with poems and I love you’sand Dave gave her an apple” said Becky
holding her guffaw”
“Dave Hornby, the nine-year-old who looks like Charles-Edouard
in the Rugrats? Asked Lana, “she could not hold her guffaw.
“Yes and he, changed his glass taint from green to
pink. Said Becky
“Oh this is so cute and innocent” replied Lana still
laughing gently.
“Next time you see little Dave, put brown eyes on, he
is into a child’s romantic phase, «said Becky.
“Come on Becky,no way “ replied Lana.
“So let’s plan this shopping day, tomorrow at 10 am ?”
said Becky
“Yes. “ Said Lana.
“See you then «said Lana
“See you. “Replied Becky
Lana spent the rest of the day studying, what was on
the agenda:
Latin : Déclinaison à réviser et trois citations à traduire
Français composition : Description de soi-même, de ses meilleurs
amis et de la ville de Bel île en mer, trois pages.
Grammaire Française :
Comment bien utiliser le présent de narration. Lire Page 8 à 10 du manuel
Chapitre du livre à lire : MERIMEE P., La Vénus d’Ille. Page
1 et II
English writing lab : Write a short report or
short story about a place you’d like to visit or a phenomenon you’d consider
fantastic or supernatural. I.E. a haunted castle, or my summer holidays in
Venice (fictious title) ten pages, three week assignment. Vocabulary and
creativity considered as well as grammar, punctuation and syntax.
Histoire –
géographie, lire le chapiter sur l’Egypte antique, lire l’extrait du
« Journal d’Anne Frank » et répondre aux questions annexes à partir
du texte. Situer la Bretagne sur la carte de France et répondre aux questions
en page 3 relire la page sur la géographie de l’union Européenne
Dansk mellemliggende page 3 et
4
Occitan :
page 5 et 7
Breton :page
5
Espagnol :
page 3
Italien :
page 1
Corse page
4
Hebreu
niveau élementaire à intermédiaire : page I0
English grammar- c1 and c2
Page I and II.
Russe avancé : p10
Arabic: intermediate p1
Lana’s homework was huge then she was interested in all she was learning
and had learned. The fact that she had grown in a linguistic environment that
was plural since she was little had triggered her ear for languages. However,
she sometimes needed to relax and forget it all from time to time. This was the
exact reason she needed this shopping day. She wrote on her diary, what can
be said about Ireland. And fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning Lana, undoing the blanket she had wrapped herself in,
awakened, she felt better, unloaded from homework related anxieties, and
refreshed about this idea of the new knowledge she will have to acquire, a new
adventure, The sunlight was tickling her face throughout the window. She had a
few sensual dreams during the night of Catherine Adams and Gaspard, had been
feeling in love with both with a huge heartbeat, but then she had told herself
she should put her emotions into proportions, even if doing so was hard.
She had woken up, taken a shower, dressed wonderfully in light pink of
silk, an amazing high tailored pant and a pink blouse, with her tousled and
curly hair and pink eyes shadow, mascara and lip balm, she also had powdered
her cheeks and put on a cherry flowered perfume, she enjoyed listening to
Genesis and X ray, her dad, had offered her these albums, while waiting
for Becky. She really liked this X ray singer Poly Styrene and had a poster on
her on wall, she enjoyed dressing like her sometimes. For ten minutes she took
one of her instruments, a mini-Celtic harp and play a piece of music known to
Barry Philips and his orchestra “orison” the air was called morning rain.
Lana had heard the door rang and her mother opening it joyfully,
chatting with Delia, while Becky was climbing upstairs, Becky knocked on Lana’s
door.
“Hii baby “exclaimed Becky rushing to hug her.
“Hello Becky Bee” replied Lana.
Becky looked amazing, thought Lana, she had braided her long dark hair
in tiny braids down to her bottom, had black eyes made up in white eyes shadow
with a lot of mascara and foundation and lip balm, she was all tanned and
muscular and slim, wore a short top that displayed her slim and muscular belly,
she had a piercing on her navel, wore an Adidas baggy trousers white with an
vertical black line going from hip to feet and Adidas shoes. She had a husky
voice and smoked a lot.
“So, what have you been up to? “Asked Lana
“Arts all week dear, cinema, drama, cinema, drama, cinema, drama and
then, Classics and Greek class.” Replied Becky.
“Let’s go to the shopping center and then let’s go for a sail on boats
and fun along the beach, I’ll read my books on the beach,” said Lana.
Delia Leonidas, Becky’s mother greeted the girls and drove them to the
shopping center, Lana talked to them all along. She enjoyed the presence of
Delia, a chubby woman, very religious and warm, who spoke French and English
with a Greek accent.
Lana worming her way into the book section, found a small collection of
books, Becky who walked along, exclaimed herself, wow this is nice look, From
Aristotle to André Breton, “this book covers a huge period from the ancient
time to the Surrealists a relation to Arts and cinema, the finest reporters
‘pictures and of the authors themselves. This is what I need for my class,
«said Becky.
Lana found two books: everything about Ireland in Pictures and realm
of fairies and bought them both.
Chapter II
Lana had read her books on the beach and had started taking notes into a
notebook where she also had scribbled a few things in Russian. Lana knew
Russian because her father had taught her this language and why so? Part of Her
father’s mother’s forbears had lived in Russia for centuries migrating from the
whole of Scandinavia to Russia in the 19th century, they all had Russian names,
the other half, her grandmother’s father was from the Polish nobility mostly
Christian and a partly Jewish, and they had found a Yugoslavian ancestor too.
Her father’s father was Danish, and all his ancestors were Danes.
What interested Lana was all that was related to princesses, princes,
kings and queens somehow and now fairies. Becky had put on a bikini and had
climbed on a sailboat, driving it along. Lana was keeping an eye on her and
while she was half asleep after forty minutes reading,
The Abravanels ‘s story was also interesting, Moira Abravanel, Lana ‘s
mother was born in 1946 and had survived Bergen- Belsen. She was Jewish,
Moira’s father was a Sephardi Jew of Spanish and Portuguese origin whose family
had migrated from the Iberian Peninsula in 1492 and settled all over France and
Italy, Moira ‘s mother was a French Jew who had entered the resistance and had
settled in France and Switzerland, Moira’s grandmother had Ashkenazi Jewish
roots from Russia and Armenia.
Lana Hansen was asleep and started hearing a voice that wasn’t Becky’s
“Laanaa, Laanaa, waaake up waaake up, now” whispered the spectral voice.A boy
of thirteen came to her.
Gaspard Smith, Lana’s flirt, a blond fellow of nineteen had come to her.
“Hey boy, what are you doing here? I am alone with Becky”
Gaspard Smith had a brief looks at Lana’s books and took her by the
hand.
“Come wit me” he said.
Lana woke up and followed him near isolated rocks.
“How old do you think I am’?” said Gaspard Smith
“Nineteen” replied Lana.
“Not really honey.”
“What?” replied Lana.
“I am twenty-seven,” Said Gaspard.
“What? What are you talking about?” Said Lana
“I lied because, you are only thirteen, “said Gaspard.
“Yes, I am and still I think I like you” replied Lana.
He kissed her a third time and told her.
“Now I will have to leave you for a couple of years” he said.
“Why?”
“I am an agent and a hoe boy.
“
“A what?” said Lana surprised.
“ I am American and my story is complicated”
“OK, I am very much at lost with the whole thing and so is Becky now.”
“Hi” said Becky very surprised, she had just turned to them.
She added “Lana, in case you don’t know we’ve been together for the last
three months, him and I” she added surprisingly.
“Mmm Becky Gaspard Smith just told me he was a hoe b. Well, I believe he
knows a lot about sexual matters, is that it? “She added.
“Yes. “He replied.
“I felt there was something like that, «said Becky.
“Come on girls, is it a bad thing to have a friend forever?” Said Smith
“No at all. Although are you with wives all day?” Asked Becky
“Not really, I have been with all sorts of individuals, but yes, a lot
of women too.” But this is not my primary job I have been in primary school,
and I have been a stuntman with horses, «Said Gaspard Smith.”
“Are you allowed to marry “Asked Lana?
“Yes, I can” He replied
Chapter I
Lana Hansen was a captivating young
woman, born in 1986 to a Danish father, Hamlet Hansen, and a Jewish mother,
Moira Abravanel, who survived Bergen-Belsen during World War II and had roots
in the South of France. With her jet black hair and striking green eyes adorned
with freckles, Lana's appearance was truly mesmerizing. She had just turned
thirteen when she noticed her hair starting to change, becoming hazel dark and
gaining a newfound curl, a welcome change from her straight locks since she was
four. Her summer holiday spent in Verfeil with her parents and little brother
Jacob had left her with a peeling caramel complexion.
Lana had a beautiful
face, with lips resembling a delicate rosebud and sapphire-like green eyes that
often shimmered with milky undertones. She had a penchant for playing
self-composed Irish musical compositions on her piano, which brought her
immense joy.
One day, as Lana
sat sketching in her room, her little brother Jacob, a ten-year-old with
ordinary blue eyes, joined her. Their playful banter filled the room with
laughter.
"Hi
Lana," said Jacob with a mischievous grin.
"Hi, little
Chinese boy," Lana playfully retorted.
"I am not
Chinese," replied Jacob with a hint of indignation.
"Oh, but your
eyes are like the sea, so blue and deep. That's why I call you that,"
teased Lana.
In a teasing
retort, Jacob exclaimed, "Well, at least I don't have hairy armpits like
you!"
This playful
exchange between siblings soon turned into tickling and laughter, bonding them
even closer.
As the day
progressed, Lana's thoughts wandered to a guy she had seen in high school, a
nineteen-year-old named Gaspard. She blushed, admitting to herself that she
found him handsome and even shared a few kisses with him. She confided in
Jacob, who, in turn, promptly ran to their mother to share the news. Moira
advised Lana to be wise and cautious, reminding her that she was still young
and had plenty of time to explore relationships when she was ready.
Their family lived
near the sea in Brittany, along the picturesque beach of Bel-Île-en-Mer, and
today, the weather was overcast with intermittent rain. Lana decided to take a
stroll on the beach, hoping to find a secluded cave to play in. Amidst the crashing
waves and chilly breeze, she found solace in the tranquility of the sea.
Thoughts of
Gaspard lingered in her mind, but Lana knew she was not ready for a serious
relationship at thirteen. She cherished her friendship with her best friend,
Becky, who was more outgoing and adventurous. Together, they shared a plan to
learn more about Ireland and its culture.
Feeling excited
about this new endeavor, Lana called Becky to invite her and her mother for a
shopping day to buy books on Ireland. Becky enthusiastically accepted the
invitation, and the two friends planned to explore the shopping center and
later enjoy sailing boats along the beach.
chapter II: Surprising Revelations
