The room remained completely silent.
The room had become completely silent.
“Many of you have benefited from Johnny’s actions,” Mr. Bradley, without ever knowing his efforts. He preferred it to be so. Tonight, Nicole paid tribute to her in the best way possible. This dress is not made of rags. It is made from the shirts of the man who has taken care of this school and all the people who have been attending it for more than a decade. »
Several graduates have been agitated on their headquarters and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Then M. Bradley swept the eye room and said, “If Johnny did something for you while you were in that school, if he fixed something, if he helped you, if he did something you might not have noticed at the time… I’m asking you to get up. »
“This dress is not made of rags. »
A moment passed.
Un enseignant près de l’entrée se leva le premier. Puis un garçon de l’équipe d’athlétisme se leva à son tour. Ensuite, deux filles se levèrent à côté du photomaton.
Puis d’autres encore, et d’autres encore.
Des enseignants. Des élèves. Des accompagnateurs qui avaient passé des années dans ce bâtiment.
Tous se levèrent en silence.
La fille qui avait crié à propos des chiffons du concierge resta immobile, les yeux fixés sur ses mains.
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